<b><u>Private Theo Maxwell, Shocktrooper</u></b><br/>Theo flipped his hair out of his face with a quick jerk of his head. Pushing the strands of his bangs out of the blood coming from his nose and tucking it behind his ear, he readjusted.<i>I may not be as limber as you old man, but I can take hits like no one's business</i>he smirked, sidestepping around the DI and watching his movements.<br/><br/>All his life, he was taller and more of a target. He couldn't duck and roll like the DI, or dodge attacks quite like the red-headed girl, but he had acquired his own talent. Growing up with four sisters brought him many foes in the form of men who'd try to take advantage of or hurt one of them. He fought hard. And he fought dirty, just as they did.<br/><br/>Theo rushed in, narrowly dodging a southpaw to the gut. With his right arm, he hooked his body around the older gentleman, scooping up under his armpit and knocking him off balance. As the DI whipped around to see him, he lost his footing and twirled a bit, flailing.<br/><br/>However, the flighty movements caught Theo by surprise. The DI caught Theo's shirt and twisted both of their bodies, mid fall, slamming the both of them into the dirt.<br/><br/>"Ah, f*ck!" Theo coughed, rolling a ways away and getting the wind knocked out of him.<br/><br/><b><u>Private Winter Hawthorne, Sniper</u></b><br/>"O-oh, shit!" Winter winced as Theo's tall form slammed into the ground. He looked winded, and his bloody nose ran crimson, oily blood down and over his lips to his chin. He looked awful.<br/><br/>"Theo, he's back up, c'mon, get up!" She cheered, though she felt a bit guilty as the fight was against her superior.