Sparing

"I want to spar."

"Come on, you could've atleast allowed me to sleep in a little longer." Eleven growned, as he sidestepped from the door to allow Two, who was already forcing herself in, pass.

"How many hours does a person need for it to be called oversleep, because from my book, twelve hours are more than enough."Smiling, she proceeded towards his closest, took out the bronze armour and handed it to him.

Eleven never understood her, no matter how he talked to her, she would always approach him the next morning with a smile. Though she'd never asked for a spar before.

"Give me a little privacy first, I'll meet you in ten."

Two was momentarily at a loss for words, expecting a far different reaction from him, the response she got was entirely different from what she had anticipated, inspite that, it appeared to brighten her mood even more.

Eleven would mostly dis her almost all the time, even now, when she came into his room and asked for a spar for the first time, her expectation were pretty much zero.

"Ok" managing to squeeze out a word, Two said as she walked out of the room.

Eleven wasn't that much interested in a spar, but he most definitely wanted to test out his strength and also gauge the so called patner of his.

Placing the cube on his chest, he pressed a button and immediately after, he was in his skin tight bronze armour.

...

The reason everyone mostly wore the armours, was because of how comfortable they were.

Being able to adjust to any size, regulate the temperature of the wearer while also polishing itself, were functions most Reapers needed in their lives.

After finishing up everything, he picked up a tablet that was placed atop his headboard top rail in a small carton, and threw it in his mouth, before walking out.

He marched for a minute, before exiting the building, finding himself on the green field where occasional grudges were settled.

With the gym and the main building being a little over 100 meters apart, the field was about the size of football field.

"I didn't think you were gonna show up."

Eleven gazed at the girl in blonze armour float above him with the same smile highlighted on her face, making his mouth twitch.

Through the course of the four weeks, Two was tempted to ask Eleven for a spar every day but had decided to just watch him exercise and build some muscle mass before gauging his combat. If he proved to be lacking, she would train him herself, even if she had to force him.

Eleven watched her land, before she took on an authodox stance.

"Come at me." With a cold face, one that Eleven had never seen on her, Two said.

He didn't stand on ceremony, and took on the same stance as her, which startled Two a little.

Not being good at academics didn't mean he was entirely dumb, especially when it came to battles.

As of right now, he knew at first glance that he was no match for her in actual combat, she had all the stats from strength to agility, and the only thing Eleven could brag with was his previous experience.

Remaining in the same stance for a minute, Eleven took in a lungful of air, before dashing forward and aiming his right fist at her cheek.

Seeing this, Two didn't bother dodging an attack that moved incredibly slow, according to her. Raising her palm she caught the fist mid air, after which, she adjusted her stats to what she deemed to be Eleven's level.

Using her left fist to counter attack, she aimed at his face, her fist tore through the air, before ultimately being caught by Eleven's left hand, same as what she had done.

Knowing how sparing worked, Eleven could tell what she was thinking, though unexpected, catching his fist didn't suprise him, and having learned the fighting style she was using, he could already tell her next action.

Two dazed for a moment before pulling off her hand and letting go of Eleven's.

Looking at him curiously, she threw her right fist which Eleven blocked with ease, being the same size as eleven, she bent slightly and aimed her left at his stomach which he parried, taking a step back.

Witnessing this, she rounded her left kick aiming for his jaw, Eleven instinctively did a back flip making her miss by a hairs length.

....

The sparing continued for over a minute, with Two relentlessly attacking, and Eleven dodging with no chance for a counter attack.

"Are you a martial artist?" Two asked curiously, there was no way everything he did was self taught or luck.

"Yup my dad tought me." Having long since prepared for this question, understanding that no one new each other that well, saying that his father had taught him, no one would have questioned him.

"Ohh, so that's why you never trained?" Two asked with a smirk "this'll be fun."

With that, she uplifted one of her feet of ground, clenching and raising her right fist, leaving the other one to hang like it was merely broken.

Eleven was surprised by this, from the moment she took on that stance, he could tell what it was, he'd never really used it or even learned how to, but he had seen it once.

The stance she supposedly took, was the unorthodox stance, a foul style for traditional boxers.