Same gym, different day. Quick has been itching for a chance to see what dear old Sera has got. Maybe she'd put him on his ass. Maybe he'd give that pretty face of hers another session of tough love. Don't get him wrong: it is love. Sera's an absolute sweetheart. A fiery little flower who doesn't take shit from anyone. So why the hell wouldn't he do her the courtesy of a decent match?
As he laces up his gloves, he smiles to himself. It had been a little while since he'd had some one-on-one time with the Nix. Even with her offer to crash at her place sometimes - which he'd been careful not to abuse - it feels like ages since he's really just been alone with her to talk. And what better way to get the words flowing than with a little friendly competition? He has so much to tell her, it almost seems a shame to mix things up. But whatever. Wearing a military-inspired athletic pair of shorts and a tight black shirt, he's ready to go.
He'd look good. She'd look better.
She'd fight well. He'd fight better.