"Downtime"

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Redsont dashed into the thicket of the woods for cover when the chaos started. He could only wonder what idiot managed to give away their position. When he heard the turret start firing he only hoped he wasn't the one being shot at. When the smoke cloud erupted he used the cover to fire into the could before taking cover once more. He heard what seemed to be hundreds of voices. Redsont then heard someone scream his name, telling him to flank the turret nest.

Well it's better than getting my ass shot off, Redsont thought as he dashed off in a wide semi circle to get around the turret nest without being spotted.

Once he got around Redsont spotted what appeared to be a small man made walk way into what Redsont assumed was the turret nest. The only problem was that a patrol of two men had thought to stand guard of the entrance. Each swept their weapons from the left to the right to keep from being flanked, but they hadn't spotted Redsont. He aimed the rifle and fired a series of paintballs at the two men and bright splotches appeared on both of them. Redsont then quickly advanced past them and entered the nest. Upon entering the nest he saw three men with their backs turned and firing out on the people outside.

"You really should watch your asses.", Redsont said, startling the three of them.

As the first two went to fire on him, Redsont stepped up and tagged the first one on the shoulder while taking his rifle and firing it point blank range into the other man. The third fired at Redsont but only managed to fire five rounds before he emptied his clip.

"Always count your ammo, it's a matter of life or death. Tag.", Redsont said he tapped the man's shoulder.

Redsont than grabbed the turret and began to aim through the sights and fired on any enemy bogeys he saw.

(OOC: Five down, take that off of however many are left.)

[Wax™]

Sergeant Bowers pushed himself out of the ditch and ran to the log jumping over it, he ducked down behind it and pushed hard against it, he leveled his gun at the men on the right he pushed a button on the side of his weapon and looked down as a magazine droped out of the back of the weapon, he moved his hand down to grasp another one on his belt, he tugged it out and banged the end against his helmet to note the contents, he lifted it to the back and clicked it in before cocking the gun.

Bowers looked at the men at the on the right, as he was reloading his weapon they made some ground and took cover behind some trees before opening fire, Bowers ducked down and managed to miss the incoming paintballs. Just. he poped his head back up and proped his assault rifle on the tree he was taking cover behind, he looked down the sight and fired upon the instructors, a couple of splotches appearing on one who was out of cover, and another cliping the shoulder of another that was sticking out behind a tree, out of them two another remained crouched behind a boulder.

Bowers turned his head to the series of marines and ODST pinned down, he looked back as the First Sergeant opened fire upon the instructors with the mounted gun he said nothing before turning back droping down the log before grasping a canister from his belt, he pulled the pin on the top and the leaver fell off, he lobed it over the log in the direction of the final instructor and counted to four, on three a small pop would be heard followed by a flash of light noticeable to anyone who was looking, he hauled himself up and opened fire upon the remaining instructor about five splotches of paint impacting against his torso.

(OOC: Three more down, not sure how many are left now)

[mrkaizer]

Michael sighed and looked at Jakob. One more battle, one more. It would be cruel to refuse a request like that, but wouldn’t it be equally cruel to send the man back into the field? Michael cursed his choice of profession, and nodded.
“Your unit has a certified combat stress instructor. Talk to him or her. Don’t make me regret letting you do this.”

[Wax™]

Stood up from behind the log that he previously took cover behind and moved over to Dombrovski on the mounted machinegun, he patted the mans right shoulder roughly as he moved to his side, he pointed to the rock outcrop infront of them and began doing a series of handmovements finishing with a fist droping into an open palm, he had asked Dombrovski to aim toward the outcrop and begin to lay down suppressive fire on his mark.

He then looked up toward Sergeant Redsnot and waved at him from the opposite machinegun nest and did the same hand gestures finishing with the same hand movement gesturing him to lay down suppresisve fire on the rock outcrop, Sergeant bower's then moved around Dombrovski and began to make his way down into position, he grabed a gray smoke canister off his belt and pulled the pin.

Once Bowers was in position infront of the Rock outcrop, atleast fifteen / twenty meters away he flicked off the lever before lobing it into the outcrop in the position of the three final instructors, signaling for the suppressive fire to begin, Bowers positioned himself against a tree and looked down the sights of his Rifle in the direction of the outcrop, hopefully the smoke would draw the instructor's out and if the crossfire of heavy machinegun fire did not take them out Bowers would.

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Redsont saw another soldier in an opposing nest signalling him for suppresive fire. So Redsont took aim and waited. The soldier than went off and lobbed a smoke into the outcrop, trying to lure the soldiers out. Fortunately it worked. Three "bogeys" moved from behind the outcrop and saw the one soldier and got ready to aim. But before they could manage a shot, they were greeted by a hail of turret fire. Redsont swept the gun twice, being sure to hit each one at least once. When he saw all three had brightly colored blotches on them, he ceased fire. He looked down to the soldier and gave him a thumbs up.

"On to the next.", Redsont whispered to himself.

[Jakob]

Dombroviski waited behind cover until he saw that they were all dead. He came out and pushed over the log, into the center of the clearing. Moving into the middle he put his index finger in the air and made a circular motion.
"Right, listen up!" He shouted, the marines and ODST's slowly coming out of cover and surrounding him. "I am taking command of the group, kapeesh!?"

[Wax™]

Pushed himself and approached Dombroviski, he gave him a nod and looked around at the approaching marines "Hoorah Sir... What's the plan then, I beleive that was the last of them?" he looked down to his rifle and pressed a button on the side, it would take a faction of second before the clip slid out the back, he moved his hand down to his waist uncliping another magazine before banging the end against his helmet to check it's ammunition status.

Bowers lifted the rifle and scanned the area from left to right even if that was the last of the instructors, he looked at Dombrovski "Or is there a surprise out there for us?"

[SuperCommando]

Gunnery Sergeant Malone watched the battle on his datapad. Tracking chips in the vests given to the trainees displayed their position on a 3D map rendering of the combat zone in the form of a blue dot, and chips in their rifles made their dots blink whenever they were firing. The DI opposition force used a similar setup, displayed on the map as red dots. Whenever a DI got hit, they pressed a button on a small handheld device that removed their dot from Malone’s display. As always, the senior drill instructor took notes on the mens’ performance.

Once all the red dots had disappeared from his screen, Malone spoke into a microphone that projected his voice from speakers mounted in the treetops of the combat zone.

“Well done, all enemy contacts have been eliminated. This exercise is now complete. Please return your vests and weapons to the crates you got them from. Transport warthogs will be standing by to take you to the final exercise. Enjoy the breather while you can. That is all.”

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Note: You guys don't get to drive. Just jump in the back and enjoy the ride, DIs will drive you to the next location.

[Wax™]

Lowered his weapon as he heard the transmission in the trees over-head, he spun on his heels and left the combat area to where the exercise begun, he nodded at one of the DI's in a Warthog as he threw is Rifle into a crate before ripping off his vest and lobbing it in swell followed by a series of spare clips, the final smoke and flash grenade he held onto due to having them before the exercise begun.

He turned around again and watched as the other Marines and ODST's turned their weapons in, Sergeant Jason Bowers moved to the Warthog closest to him and griped onto a hand grip before hauling himself up with a small grunt before settling himself in, he watched as a fellow soldier approached the Warthog he noted and offered a gloved hand down to help the man up beside him.

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Feel free to have your Marine / ODST the one I helped up onto the Hog.

[Cabel]

The mid-day sun loomed overhead, a friendly guardian over the training grounds and the Heroes of Lethe. The wooden beams of the pugil-stick course or “Pit” as he’d called it from time to time even during his stint on Earth as a Drill Instructor stood only a feet behind him and stood as a testament to many hard-won pugil-stick contests. The oak of the beams lay cracked, but as any raw recruit could attest even the weathered beams were as hard as the titanium-a battle plating used aboard the capital vessels of the naval forces and could catch even wary veterans by surprise. The Pugil-Sticks were among Mark’s more favorite tools of persuasion among raw recruits, as the rounded ends could leave deep bruises that kept one awake at night. He couldn’t even remember how many recruits had lost in the Pit, falling off the main log a little over a meter and a half off the ground that bridged the gap between two station posts that doubled as the base of each team. A fairly soft layer of sand lay beneath the log beam acting a cushion for any that slipped, or were knocked off insuring there were no life threatening injuries. A small smile etched itself across the hardened features of a veteran marine that had seen quite a few tours on at least three worlds in the Outer Colonies before the Human-Covenant War began, as Mark waited for the so called Heroes of Lethe made their way through his old friend Gunnery Sergeant Malone’s assault course.

The Warthog sat parked not far from the Pugil Pit, as the Master Sergeant had found a well trodden path wide enough for the four-wheel drive utility vehicle to pass through. He didn’t think his friend would mind, or the camp’s CO for that matter. Senior Drill Instructors often had carte blanche on the training grounds, as long as they didn’t physically manhandle or abuse their temporary charges. The Warthog with its triple-barreled titanium turret doubled as both an anti-infantry and anti-aircraft battery sat beneath a rather large oak tree with its many branches shielding the vehicle from the otherwise harsh sun.

Taking the time to walk the Pit before the Heroes of Lethe arrived, Mark took the time to inspect and even test how dry or slippery the main log beam was. The logs were sturdy and while they weren’t extremely slippery, the would-be-competitors would have a bit of a challenge staying on the log while being battered by another competitor or an Assistant Drill Instructor tasked with knocking their counterpart off the log. Realizing his staff of Assistant Drill Instructors weren’t on site yet, he’d taken the time to practice a few swings and holds with the Pugil-sticks to make sure they weren’t weighed down. A bunch of wooden crates sat near the Pit, filled with “football gear”, cushioned knee pads, arm pads, gloves, shoulder pads, essentially body armor and gridiron helmets to the padded Pugil sticks that would be used by both the competitors and the Assistant Drill Instructors lay six meters outside the perimeter of the Pugil Pit.

The sound of approaching warthogs reached his ears long before the transports came into view, with the sun glinting off the steel of the rollcages where the passengers sat. The Assistant Drill Instructors at the wheels of each transport would double as his staff for this exercise, and while the Heroes of Lethe thought it would be a cakewalk compared to the other parts of Gunnery Sergeant Malone’s training course Mark would make sure they came away a little wiser.

“Did you have fun in Gunnery Sergeant Malone’s Assault Course? Are you enjoying your little break? The drive through the country? I’m sure your performances were to be expected with being the Heroes of Lethe and the focus of the media appreciation, but…the Corps doesn’t want expected results. They want exemplary results, am I right?” Master Sergeant Mark “Spade” Sorelson began, in the ragged tone of a seasoned drill instructor. “I’ll be your Drill Instructor, and you will address me as Master Sergeant Sorelson or Master Sergeant. The Corps has invested a great deal of resources, effort and time into each of you, but you already know this. What you don’t know or might have forgotten in your time as celebrities is that before a full metal jacket in the chamber or a finger resting on the trigger a Marine was trained in the art of fencing. A Marine had to be proficient in close quarters combat when a rifle was not available or spent, and what you see behind me is a shining example of tried and proven tradition. Every Marine that has worn the uniform in the three hundred sixty-eight years of the UNSC Marine Corps’ existence have proven themselves in the Pit, and have learned the art of the bayonet. During the existence of the United States Marine Corps, the Pugil Pit was used as a way to teach Marines how to fight with a bayonet and more importantly how to balance themselves if they ever found themselves on a ledge."

“Today, you will be pitting yourselves at the Pugil Pit and you will not be alone. Your opponent will be an Assistant Drill Instructor or Gunnery Sergeant Malone, with the single goal to knock you off the log. Like you, they will wear padded armor and will wield a Pugil stick and your goal will be to knock them off the log. You will have two attempts to knock your opponent out before they knock you out. If you are knocked out a second time, you will take a seat on the left side of the ring surrounding this pit as another Marine will take your place. You will notice a group of wooden crates off to the side of the Pit, containing the padded armor and Pugil Sticks you will don before coming back to this spot. If you have trouble with a piece of your gear, let me know and I will try to help you. Once everyone’s squared away their gear, we’ll begin,” he concluded.

(OOC: This is for when everyone's posted following the Assault Course)

[SuperCommando]

Gunnery Sergeant Malone got out from the passenger seat of the lead transport ‘hog. Once Sorelson had finished giving instructions and the men were gearing up, he walked over to his old friend and extended his hand.

“Mark, glad you could make it. I wasn’t sure you’d gotten my message,” he said in a surprisingly chummy tone. It also marked the first time any of the men had heard him address anyone by their first name. His previous demeanor quickly returned, however, as he turned to address the men.

“Now that Master Sergeant Sorelson is here to take the reins, it leaves me free to have somewhat of a more up-close-and-personal evaluation of your skills.”

Handing Mark his datapad, Malone then moved to the crate of gear and started suiting up as well.

“All right, who wants a piece of me first?”

[Wax™]

Hauled himself out of the Warthog once they were at the next training course he stayed idle for a few minutes to listen to the Master Sergeant's little speech, he just smiled and shook his head, for some unknown reason he found it amusing, Bowers moved over to the large wooden crates where he saw the other Marines and ODST's gather up, he pushed his way through a small crowd of ODST and looked into the crate, he smirked and let out a small laugh.

He had seen this padding gear before, he had used it before in High-school and he seemed to take it as a joke, he shook his head from side to side and picked up some padding for his upper body and scooped the rest of the padding inside before backing away, he removed his tactical helmet and other items and accessories that he was wearing during the last training run and placed them down while he begun to strap his padding on, he turned his head as he heard the words Gunny Malone spoke, he lifted the GridIron helmet and slid it down over his head before strapping it on tight.

"I'll take you on Sir" He smiled and nodded in the direction of the Gunny before moving back to the crate to grab one of the many Sticks, he than picked up the gear he was previously wearing to square it away by the Warthogs before stepping back to the crates with some other padded Soldiers waiting for the course to begin.

[SuperCommando]

"Alright, good man!" Malone said, smirking while he grabbed a pugil stick as well. "Let's do this!"

As he walked towords the station at the far side of the pit, one of the assistant DIs took what he obviously thought was a discreet step forward. "Ahem? Sir, your le-"

"Don't worry about it," Malone hissed, interrupting the man. The DI snapped shut and stepped back.

The Gunnery Sergeant made his way up onto the station and waited there for Bowers to mount the station on the opposite end. The logs that made up the wooden platform groaned ever so slightly as the weight of his footsteps fell upon them, but that hardly mattered. His attention was focused not upon where he stood now, but upon the main log spanning the two stations.

It had been a while since he last found himself up here, or rather more like a lifetime ago by the feel of it. The main log was plenty wide - simply standing on it was no problem at all. However, due to years of people's boots shuffling across it, the top had become worn down somewhat, especially the two spots near the middle where the combatants typically stand. He knew that when the blows started flying, keeping his balance was going to be a challenge.

However, the senior drill instructor kept a confident stride as he moved out onto the log. Holding his stick pointed ahead of him with one hand just behind each pad, he stopped just beyond stick range of the center of the log, flexed his knees, and nodded his helmeted head at Bowers.

"Give me everything you've got, soldier. Don't hold back."

[Wax™]

Bowers watched Malone as he mounted one of the stations, he smiled and looked at the soldier around him before jogging the relatively small distance between him and the station opposite Malone, he climbed it and looked down at the other soldiers watching them as they moved into position to watch the fight between himself and the Gunny.

Bowers looked forward at the Gunny as he began to move out onto the log between the two stations in which the combatants first stand on, he smiled to the Gunny as he gave the word to 'Not hold back' Bowers smiled and stepped out onto the log, it had been a long time since he had been on this piece of wood, a long time since he had beat and been beaten, he slowly stepped closer tot he starting position and spun the stick around in his right hand to look a bit fancy before holding it firmly with both hands, spread apart evenly he then spread he feet apart evenly his left leg forward while his right leg was back with his knees bend slightly.

Once he was in position he watched the Gunny for a fraction of a second before swinging the stick at Malone's right side as a distraction swing, about half way or a centimetre before impact he would swing the rear of the stick about and attempt to smack the left side of the Gunny's helmet, with each passing moment he held a continuous smirk on his lips.

[SuperCommando]

The Gunney focused intently as Bowers approached. In hand to hand combat, one major rule is not only to watch their weapon, but also their eyes. Sometimes your opponent will give away their next move by looking at where they are about to attack.

The first blow came fast at Malone's right. He moved the rear end of his own stick to sharply block it, but never made contact. Bowers faked him out and was swiftly executing the true attack. All Malone had time to see was a blur of movement, but his opponent's eyes had been looking high. Malone reflexively bobbed his head, ducking just underneath Bowers' strike.

Malone knew that the best chances of scoring a hit was immediately after your opponent attacks. Attacking briefly leaves somewhere open, and sometimes they won't be fast enough to block if they are busy with the final milliseconds of finishing their attack.

Because Malone now had the rear end of his stick facing forward, he took a swift shuffle-step forward and jabbed at Bower's gut, followed by a forceful overhead smash

[Wax™]

Bowers was surprise his move didn't hit Malone though why should it be surprising Gunny Malone was a pro, After the miss Bowers was too busy trying to slow down the power of the previous miss so he could regain his stepping, he was met by a jab to the gut and with a grunt and the wind knocked out of him due t the foot ball gear's lack of gut protection.

Bowers had stumbled back having been off balance and almost fell off the wood, with a quick steps to slow himself down, he stabilised and looked toward the Gunny and noted the way Malone's eyes scanned him, he raised a brow for a fraction of a second before lifting his stick, he looked down to Malone's feet and began to approach before swinging his stick at Malone's shins.

Once the stick impacted or was even blocked Bowers would take a step forward and attempt to bash the rear of his stick into Malone's head gear, followed by attempting to bash his right shoulder pad into Malone's chest cavity, hoping to knock him over.

[SuperCommando]

Grr... almost... the Gunney thought to himself as Bowers recovered after a near-stumble. The Marine then retaliated quickly with a low strike. Because Malone was standing with his right leg forward, the blow made contact with his shin, making an odd noise that was more of a clunk rather then the expected smack. The senior drill instructor didn't even seam to notice the hit.

He was about to strike back, but Bowers jammed him up with a follow-up attack. Malone was forced to raise his stick to defend his head. Now the combatants were locked up close. Malone tried to step back and gain room to attack, but it proved to be a costly mistake, for at the same time Bowers drilled his shoulder into Malone's chest.

The Gunnery Sergeant was sent toppling backwards. He hit the log with his back, causing him to let out a sharp "Oof!" before sliding sideways to his left. He dropped a meter and then splashed face-down in the sand. A few of the men on standby let out cheers.

A pair of assistant DIs rushed over to help Malone up, but in a show of vitality he was already on his feet before they got there.

"Well done!" Malone called up to Bowers, actually smiling at a trainee for the first time since the day's training began. "But that's just round one!"

He started moving back to his station to re-mount the log. He made it two steps before his right leg buckled under his weight slightly, causing him to pause.

"On second thought," he said with a slight grimace on his face. "Let's get some of you boys in on this, too. Can't have you sit around waiting all day. Dombrovski, get up there!"

Malone then walked at a slow pace back to the crates to return his gear.

[Wax™]

Having had his head turned during the shoulder bash Bowers was not sure if he succeeded he looked from left to right before his line of sight was directed downward, he smiled through his helmet down at Malone as he used the words 'Well done' Bowers steadied himself and moved back near the center of the log where the combatants begin.

He watched as Malone began to make his way back but raised a brow as he buckled under his own weight, he was just about to step off the log in thin air when he realized where he was.

Bowers slowly looked to the left at the pile of Marines that either cheered or stood with their arms crossed, he spotted the man Dombrovski and remembered this was the man he worked with in the last exercise.

He moved his hands in the way he held the stick before at the start of the last round and then leveled out his the space between each feet and waited for his oponent.

[Jakob]

Dombroviski clapped when Malone fell, when he got back up he gave a sarcastic shout at the man, "hey! If we give him a thumbs down does he finish you off!?" He gave a thumbs down high above his head, smiling and laughing at the sergeant. Right after, he heard his name and shrugged, figuring it was the mans punishment. Strolling over to the gear; he grabbed his helmet, pads and stick.

He gave a short side long glance at several men who were chuckling, he heard a cheer in the background from some one he assumed knew him.
"Go Dombroviski! Kick ass!" He shrugged at the compliment, giving a thumbs up high above his head in response. Tripping on a stick slightly he found his way to the log; putting his hand out for a shake.

"You can thank me for giving you the privilege of me beating you later" he said with a smile.

[Wax™]

Bowers turned his head an watched Malone as he made his way around, he watched closley at the leg he hit before with a slight squint before turning his notice to the group of Marines having head one yell out "Go Dombroviski! Kick ass!" he grinned before turning his head to Dombroviski having seen him and worked with him before in the last training exercise.

He watched as the man made his way to the gear and strapped it all on before proceeding to the platform and onto the log in which to balance on, Bowers griped his stick tighter and tilted his head slightly forward raising a brow as the man raised his hand for a shake and began to speak.

"Yeah... We'll see how it goes" he smiled before crouching slightly into a small defensive stance.

[Jakob]

Dombroviski looked at the mans legs for a moment, trying to make it look as if the baton would make a shot at his knee caps, his hands however; betrayed him and he brought it up at a rough swing towards his head, stepping to the side slightly to make his body less of a target.

The baton swung with tremendous force and speed, so much even he was surprised by it. He made a mental note to slow his swings before he got too tired and then refocused to see the results.

[Wax™]

Having been watching the baton that Dombroviski was holding Bowers raised his own to deflect the incoming blow to his head though was not ready for the full force that Dombroviski's blow was about to deliver, the two batons clashed against each other and Bowers was deflected back into his helmet from the force of the blow causing him to stumble backwards stunned.

Bowers shook his head once quickly and took one step forward to make up for the ground he had lost from the previouse blow, he lifted his baton going high on his target and went to deliver a powerful blow down upon his target, once this was he would lower his bottom hand on the shaft and go to thrust the lower section of the baton into Dombroviski's left knee.

[SuperCommando]

The men watched as Bowers' strike caught Dombrovski in the head, stunning him, creating an opening. After that, all it took was a poke to the knee and Dombrovski was eating sand at the bottom of the pit.

"Well that was quick..." Malone muttered to himself. He gazed around at the group of assembled trainees.

"We got time for one more!" he called. "Who's it gonna be? He's two for two now. Redsont, think you can take 'em?"

[Deleted]

They called out Redsont who was barely paying attention. The guy got lucky twice, but luck was an X factor in war. So maybe the kid had a streak. Unfortunately for him, Redsont was also lucky at times. So he wondered who's was greater. He put on his gear and stepped on the log before looking at his opponent.

"You'll forgive me for making this quick. It's about time we ended this.", Redsont said as he took his stance and waited, "Your move."

[Wax™]

Bowers smiled as he saw his opponent go down, he then looked to Malone as he yelled out the name Redsont, he looked back tot he croud of marines and looked to the left watched as he saw one man gear up and smiled, had had also worked with this other Marine, Bowers crouched down and spread his feet equally apart.

He watched Redsont as he climbed up onto the platform opposite him and onto the log, he smirked at the small comment and stepped quickly forward sending the rear of his stick quickly at Redsont's helmet, if impacted or even deflected he would use the reverse force and send the front of the stick down at Redsont's knee, similar to the move he did on his previouse opponent.

[Deleted]

Redsont saw the jab to his head coming, and simply ducked under is before swinging the stick with both hands at the mans feet.

"You're not bad, but I'm slightly better.", Redsont said.

[Wax™]

Watched as the man ducked and out of instinct jumped up expecting a low attack on his legs though he was not fast enough, the pugil stick cliped him on the bottom of his foot and caused him to flip sideways and land on his side on the log, Bowers wrapped his arm around the pugil log to stop himself from falling over the side.

Bowers clenched his right fist and sent it right at Redsont's helmet once he griped onto the log in an attempt to stun him, if he had the time he would then roll to his side of the log and attempt to bring himself back up using his platform as a support.

( BTW When he griped around the log he was not falling off he was on his stomach )

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Redsont saw the man grip the log on his way down. He didn't expect the man to throw the punch but he still saw it coming. He step back and let the punch hit the air hoping that the man would lose more of his balance. Redsont then stepped in and tried to pry the man's grip on the log so he would fall.

[Wax™]

Bowers was surprised his punch missed the man Bowers was nimble and quick but it seems so was Redsont, he griped onto the log with both arms now having almost lost his balance a second time, he watched the man as he came forward and tried to pry Bowers' arms from under him, as he struggled to keep his arms down let out a few loud grunts.

Bowers arms grew tired and his muscles ached as he struggled keeping his grip, with a few droplets of sweat running down his forehead he lifted his right leg and attempted to kick at the back of the man's legs hopefully catching him off guard, and if he did see it and step back he would probably trip over.

"Is that all you got!" Bowers yelled out with a grunt as he hled his grip and lifted his leg to flail kicks at the man.

[Deleted]

Redsont saw the kick way before it near him. I kick is easy on solid ground but the man's current postion, kicking was only about as hard as a pullup for nerd in gym class. He ducked it the first time around, then Redsont grabbed the leg on the second go around. He looked down at the man and smirked.

"The best I got has me using a gun in a fight marine. But I'm still pretty good.", Redsont said before throwing the leg down with all his force hoping it would knock the man down by force.

(Basically I'm throwing your leg down into the pit so you fall off the log like a rag doll, enjoy that thought)