Doc glared at Roger as Roger told him that he had no need to be here. I had chosen my place to spar, and spar we would. A fight, of sorts. Doc finished his glare, and then moved. He moved quickly to the door, clicked the button to lock, and then walked out, slamming the heavy door behind him.

“Alright, Carlie, are you ready?”
“Yeah, Roger.”

We stared at each other for a minute, and then, with liquid grace, he moved. In less than a second, his fist was flying towards my face, and, with time to spare, my forearms shot up and blocked the blow. I felt the pain, the force in it, but took no notice. Was this to be an actual fight? If so, then he had better be prepared. I was a stranger to the arts of martialness, but I was strong with my legs. Kicking a horse to get his arse moving does that to you. So, even if my bones broke, I would continue until I had him pinned. And I could tell now, Roger was not about to hold back. Damn. Jason spoke, and echoing him were Mack and Tim. I just grinned. Like friggin’ hell.