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Tuck had slept well last night. It had been a deep, restful sleep, one that didn't come with nightmares full of death and pain. There had been a tiny sliver of guilt that came with that restful sleep, of course, but the guilt hadn't lasted long. After leaving Nevada he'd run his customary morning jog and showered.

He felt good. Great, even. They'd both gotten exactly what they'd wanted, and Tuck had no regrets.

Heading on down to the training field, Tuck summoned Herryk as soon as he was outside. He hadn't expected to see anyone out there, so when he caught sight of someone who looked maybe a little familiar - had he been at Dakota's party? Tuck couldn't remember insignificant details - Tuck offered the other man a nod and a smile before sending Herryk's blade hurtling into one of the training dummies.

He felt amazing.

"I'm usually up earlier'n this. I slept in this morning." Tuck chuckled at his own personal quip before deciding introductions were in order.

"Tuck Ross, Moon trainee. This here's Herryk." He held out a big hand for a shake.

"You look kinna familiar, pretty sure I seen you around before."

Well.

Things had suddenly turned a little awkward. For a moment his own machismo mingled with Herryk's, and both weapon and hunter shared the exact same thought.

He's Nevada's Roland? He's... so small.

<This one is so tiny, like a little ******** mists. It was apparently the division with the hottest ******** women, and the smallest ******** men.

Tuck's smile faltered, though his voice took on a chipper tone.

"I guess I'm used to the whole military thing," Tuck patted the dog tags that rested against his broad chest. "And yeah, I was at Dakota's party. Wasn't there for real long."

"I didn't put the ring on, and I ain't never going to. s**t causes too much trouble. I mean, it was funny at first - I got Rep to admit to likin' my body, which was pretty hilarious - but was you around to see Melvin askin' Rep all them weird questions?"

Tuck shook his head. Roland seemed nice enough, and a small surge of guilt saturated his brain.

Nope. Nevada had made the decision, he'd played the game by her rules. Tuck had behaved himself, been there for her.

He was her friend now.

Tuck cleared his throat.

Tuck laughed, nodding.

"Exotic and delicious, did you hear that s**t?" The Moon was almost preening.

"Since we're both out here, you want to spar? Might as well, don't you think?"

He didn't usually raise his weapon in spars, but... well, he really wanted to see what Ro was made of.

Tuck's grin grew a little unholy, and the broad battle axe was hefted higher. Normally he would defer to his sparring partner for the first attack, but this fight was different. He knew he had nothing to prove, he knew he has nothing to fight for in this spar, but there was still a little masculine pride at risk.

While he had every intention of honoring the promise he'd made to Nevada, it still rankled that she'd called him friend after a night of mind-blowingly inventive sex.

Without waiting for the smaller man to attack first, Tuck brandished his axe and moved towards Roland.

The way Tuck grinned, the malicious edge to it. For a moment Hyrek became Tracey, the memory of the fight and the scar on his shoulder. Tuck moved first and Roland, wasn't quick on his feet, not this time.

He brought Silvya up knocking the brunt of the attack to the side but he still took a hit.

"You look like Rep when you spar, you have that same grin on your face..."

Sylvia lashed out missing the strike but forcing Tuck back hopefully to give him more room.

HP: 37/40
DMG: X
CHG: 0/3 | 0/2