Hunk had always had a small envy for Keith’s skill with a blade- Hunk had no such skill. He was a war-hammer man through and through- if it was anything more weaponized than a kitchen knife, he was more likely to fumble it and cut himself by accident.
Being addressed sort of snapped him out of his staring.
“Yeeeaaaah, I’m fine.” He lied easily. “Just a sleepless night. Y’know how they are. Thanks for caring though, dude.” He offered him a friendly look. “Don’t let me interrupt your training, Keith.”
There was a crackle of sound, and then four walls of light appeared around Hunk. There wasn’t much space for moving at all, really- it was barely a ten foot by ten foot cube, sparking with something that promised pain if touched.
However, it prompted him to bring up his fists, his shoulders automatically rolling up into defensive pose as his attention turned away from Keith and into his ‘training’. Yeah, he’d rather not do this with someone here, but he wasn’t going to half-ass it. He wanted to go to sleep- and if it meant a couple bruises, well, then so be it.
The bot rose from the ground only a few feet from him. Hunk had no armor besides his reinforced shirt and his pants, and he bore no weapon.
This bot was burlier than the ones Keith was used to fighting. It was obviously custom crafted, with thick arms and legs and a torso that bore several dense, segmented plates meant to take hits. Like Hunk, it was also devoid of weapons, save for a pair of heavily armored fists that looked nearly like brass knuckles.
The bot took a pose similar to Hunk- and then they met in a clash of flesh and metal that sounded painful. Hunk’s fists were rarely ever violent- but they crashed against metal hard enough for his bones to audibly creak, just as those fists struck into his own ribs, making the air rush from his lungs. A lucky hit to the bottom of the facial plate sent the bot back into the wall.
The electrified walls zapped it upright again with a sparking noise, and it was on Hunk again, a flurry of fists and grappling as it tried to drop the massive Samoan.
Hunk took a thick fist to his face, his cheek blossoming near instantly in a bruise as blood vessels burst. And- surprisingly… he did not call the fight. He spat blood down his chin from where his tongue had been sliced in his teeth, but his moment of distraction brought him another bruising fist down onto his shoulder, and it drove him to his knees, nearly into the electric wall.
He took that moment to plant his hands and swing his legs, knocking the bot down, before rolling quickly to pin it. His fighting was something between cage fighting and wrestling- it was mostly to get rid of frustration.
Above him appeared a digital timer- and Hunk held the bot down as it thrashed, rotating it’s limbs around to grapple at him.
When the bot disappeared from under him, Hunk groaned, blood bubbling past his lips and down his chin. His game had been off, and that definitely didn’t leave him feeling anymore settled. Dammit- he’d need to pay a visit to Yellow tonight after all.
He glared at his bloodied knuckles on the ground, and sighed through his nose. Eugh, well, he’d be feeling this in the morning. Well, maybe not. Yellow had stuff to make everything feel better.
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