“Simple?” Chris breathes out, huffing as he brings his forearm up to wipe the sweat off his forehead and flick it to the side. “I didn’t even know Raccoon City had training mechanisms like this...”
‘This’ being the continuous back and forth slide of the machines in front of him, their limbs rotating and blunt weapons in their mechanical hands-- a gift from the Umbrella Corporation for STARS, apparently. The whole setup looks like a trap out of a movie, but Chris looks across the expanse of machines where his captain is waiting for him, then squares his jaw in determination.
The bruises on his body are ignored. Chris hops from foot to foot, shaking his hands, and squints to memorise the timing of every moving object.
“Oh,” he starts, meeting Wesker’s gaze across the room again with a grin, “I’m gonna do good, sir, just you watch.”
Time for attempt number four-- and hopefully this time Wesker won’t have any reason to give him shit. Chris makes it halfway through the room before he gets the first blow, but catches his footing before he collapses on the floor. He lunges forward, swoops to the right, holds onto one spinning limb for half a second to propel himself in a launch...
And yells out a cheer as he heads towards Wesker with his fist outstretched for a good sparring, finally.