The eastern building, home of the academics, was also floor to a gym that took up an entire floor. Regular ones don't have the kind of equipment that O.S.D. personnel require. Thousands of pounds worth of weight in a single bar, wind tunnels that pushed back hundreds of miles per hour, even simple stuff like rowing machines or bikes. In one of the rooms was a boxing ring. Bodhi and Tyson both stood inside with gloves and protective gear.
They both wore a tank top and shorts, Tyson's arms glistened with sweat as he huffed and puffed, his feet constantly moving waiting to strike. Bodhi took a defensive stance and walked around carefully, eyeing for an opening. Tyson jabbed with his right arm, Bodhi weaved his head and countered with his left hand, putting all his weight behind it and hitting with a liver shot. However, he didn't budge, immediately striking back with an overhead to Bodhi's right temple, who blocked it with his right hand. Bodhi was knocked a step back, wiping his nose with his glove before taking up a stance again.
"Usually going all out on a fixer is a big mistake, it's a good thing you can take the punishment." Bodhi said as he raised his gloves again. Tyson smiled back and repositioned, ready for round two. Marco was sitting at his side, watching as they fought, to him, Tyson was holding back an immense amount. Bodhi swung first this time with another liver shot, as Tyson lifted his weight to block it, Bodhi stepped in and grabbed Tyson by the waist and attempting to grapple him to the ground. Surprised by this, he tried placing his foot back down, Bodhi kicked his heel, throwing the two of them to the mat. With no hesitation, Bodhi climbed and sat on his stomach, lifting his fist and slamming it down towards Tyson's face who blocked it with both his forearms. The ring shook around them as the back of Tyson's head smashed into the mat, bouncing back.
Bodhi looked down at Tyson, he uncovered his face with a big grin. Bodhi stood up and extended his hand out, Tyson spoke "no fair, didn't know we were gonna doing MMA." He shrugged and laughed in response, "I had to take one round at least." Marco jumped on the edge of the ring "let me have a shot."
Marco and Tyson stood at odds with each other while Bodhi took a swig from his water bottle. Marco jabbed first, going straight for Tyson's face. Tyson weaved to the left, swaying his head and going or an uppercut from the right in almost a flash. Were Bodhi standing here, his chin would have have a bad time, but Marco's keen reflexes moved his entire torso back in a similar timeframe, only being grazed by Tyson's glove. They both took a step back and chuckled, Marco hit his gloves together and cracked his neck.
Their exchanged continued for a few minutes, Marco going first and Tyson attempting to retaliate. "Come on now. Hit me first." Tyson chuckled as a response, shaking head. "This is fun, but-" From one instant to the other, he dashed forward and placed his fist in Marco's chest "-I'm playing by your rules." Marco looked down, he smiled. "Well so am I." mid sentence, swinging his arm almost as quick as Tyson had approached him, striking him in his hip. Tyson dashed backwards in response, placing his hand over where he had just been hit. He was shook, as he checked himself, not even a bruise.
"How did you-" "know where your cores are? It's the one place I haven't hit yet." He walked up to Tyson who had a small frown on his face. "Hey, don't be upset now, I'm only playing by your rules."
There was a sudden slow clapping at the door, a short man in a red tracksuit walked in. The three of them looked at him confused, he jumped high and landed inside the ring. Tyson was surprised by this, the man spoke in a deep voice. "Let me have a try." he extended his hand out towards Marco, who unzipped his gloves and gave them to him.
The man bounced with his hands at his sides as if to loosen up, "We're just doing boxing?" "Anything," replied Tyson who was ready to fight. The man smiled with wide eyes, "Okay!" As he leaped forward and backhanding Tyson in the stomach, pushing him back to the edge and swinging down over his head. He was able to block the first hit, however the second struck the side of his head, knocking it into the ring ropes. Tyson saw him coming, however he didn't have enough time to react despite of what he thought was his far superior speed.
Tyson looked back at the man who without a second's hesitation kicked him hard in his waist, pushing him back again as he regained his footing. Tyson wiped his forehead, preparing himself for another burst. "Sick!" yelled the man as he leaped again, this time Tyson was prepared. Parrying a liver shot with his left, and as the man prepared to kick him again, kicking his foot back with intense force. The man's posture barely faltered as he smiled, lowering his gloves. Tyson looked at Marco and Bodhi who were both wide eyed as they watched from outside the ring.
The man unzipped his gloves and jumped outside the ring, handing them back to Marco. "Thanks Marco, and thank you fixer Tyson for the sparring match." He walked out without saying another word. Tyson huffed as he crawled out of the ring, "who and what the hell was that?" They all looked at each other before Marco replied, "Security committee, what he hit you with was enough to 'handle' a handler." Bodhi inhaled deep and questioned, "That's bad, isn't it?"
Marco swayed his head. "maybe potentially really bad."