<b><u>Private Theo Maxwell, Shocktrooper</u></b><br/>Theo swayed a bit on his feet, shaking his head to clear his mind. "Clearly, you want more of a demonstration, sir?" He spit a bit more blood out, but it looked as though the blood was starting to stop. He could feel eyes on him as he stared down the DI.<i>Oh f*ck, what did I say? </i>His head throbbed.<br/><br/>He didn't want to fight her. He didn't want to even be here right now. But if the sergeant was questioning him, perhaps he could... "Oh f*ck." He murmured, watching Fiadh take off her over-shirt. It wasn't much of an undressing, as it was more of a battle-readying stance. But she sure did seem to make a show of it. And her body was magnificent. He felt his face get hot, the throbbing in his head pounding louder.<br/><br/><b><u>Private Winter Hawthorne, Sniper</u></b><br/>Winter looked at the red-haired girl for a moment, and then nodded, rushing to her tall friend's side. He was staring at Fiadh, and his bright green eyes were half-lidded, though his pupils did seem... off. "Theo, look at me." She murmured, using her thumbs to raise his eyelids one at a time. Theo looked past her, wincing with what must have been his pulse. "Uh... yeah..." She sighed. "I believe he does have a concussion." She wiped a bit of his nose blood off of her palm on his chest. "Theo, did you really have to start a fight?"