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'Good Morni - Oh? What's this?' Ezra's voice chimed inside of Love's head as she and Kit regarded each other from across the training space.
As this was simply a friendly spar and Kit's favoured weapons were firearms, they had opted to fight hand-to-hand, using the standard military style consisting of sophisticated leg work and standard arm blocks. As such both wore protective gear to their legs and forearms in the form of sturdy black vambraces and greaves over the tops of their training uniforms.
'Shh, I need to concentrate.' Love shot at Ezra, who fell silent in response, sitting back in the chair in his office as if he were settling in to watch an entertainment programme.
Love's face was calm and impassive as she studied the relaxed and confident stance of the handsome Captain who wore his usual friendly smile. And yet for some reason a strange intensity seemed to hang in the air between them as they faced each other across the space.
