"Hey, you're thankful now, but you're gonna fucking hate me by the end of the week." She grinned, hardly winded despite having done every exercise alongside the Runner. Sunny was hammered out of pure steel, the type of person who was entirely and completely self-sufficient regardless of situation. She punched in the door code and folded her arms as it rumbled open. "You're gonna be sore as all hell tomorrow, just warning you. And by that same token I ain't gonna go easy on you unless you ask me to--so ask if you need it, yeah? You're weeks behind everyone else at this point, and if you're gonna be standing with Cars you need to be his equal. Head stuck up it or not, his ass is the baddest of us all, which means you got<i>work</i>ahead of you." She grinned, though, and glanced at Malia sidelong. "But if you work as hard as you did today, Lili, shit. Ain't gonna be much work at all." Sunny winked and went to step inside, but came face to chest with Carson.<br/><br/>The male Strider's gaze was cold, damn near arctic in its chill. Sunny cocked her eyebrow at him. "<i>¿Tenemos un problema, cabrón?</i>" she asked, voice sweet despite the venom in her words. Carson glanced at Malia, then back at Sunny.<br/><br/>"What do you think you're doing?" he asked her, his voice tight.<br/><br/>"Your job,<i>pendejo.</i>Or did you forget you promised your girl that you'd train her up?" Sunny's voice had gone dangerous. She didn't like the look in Carson's eyes, or the tone he was using. She put her hands on the butt stocks of the guns at her thighs, smiling up at him as she stood her ground.<br/><br/>Carson's shoulders tightened. "Stop calling me names in Spanish, Sunny. I know I promised to train her, but--"<br/><br/>"But you're gonna hide behind a load of<i>porquería </i>out of fear instead of being a man and doing what you said you would. Right,<i>puto?</i>"<br/><br/>"Sunny."<br/><br/>"You forget what it's like to be a man while you were down there moping, Cars? Oh, wait." She lifted her hands and ticked off each finger as she spoke. "Lying, abusing, talking down to women, using your bigass build to try and scare me, talking a load of shit--my bad, Cars! You finally BECAME a man!"<br/><br/>He shook his head and tried to push past her, but she seized his arm and twisted, forcing him to bend over at the waist. He grunted and his eyes went wide, but before he could do so much as retaliate she switched her grip to his wrist and shoulder and shoved him backward, sending him tumbling head over heels down the ramp and into the garage. Sunny rolled her shoulders and shrugged out of her coat, throwing it inside after him as she unclipped the guns from her belt and set them down. "Y'know, big man, it's always been my opinion that a solid ass kicking does fucking<i>wonders</i>for someone who's got their shit backward, and yours is so backward it turned around twice before it went right back up your ass."<br/><br/>Carson got up, flushed and pissed. His chest heaved, his hands clenched, but he didn't make a move. "Sunny, stand the fuck aside. I don't want to do this--"<br/><br/>"Yeah, but I do,<i>cabrón,</i>" she shot back, and punched him right in the mouth. He staggered back, but his hands flew to block her next flurry of blows. She kicked and punched with blinding speed, her eyes locked with Carson's, the two fighters moving like big cats. A kick slipped past his defenses, catching him in the side, and another blow landed right in the middle of his chest. Her next strike swung hammer-like toward his head, but he caught it by her wrist, then her shoulder, and with a twist he slammed her facedown onto the concrete ground.<br/><br/>"Stand down, Strider!" he bellowed, but Sunny's foot slammed against the side of his head, kicking scorpion-like over her back. He stumbled onto his ass and she rolled onto her back, then kicked hard and came up to her feet, grinning as she turned back to face him.<br/><br/>"This is just getting good, why the hell would I stop?" She was about to go in for more when a horrible screech hit her and she clutched her ears, gasping and going to her knee as the soundwaves rushed over her. At the same time Natya grabbed Carson's arms from behind, restraining him as he tried to charge Sunny.<br/><br/>"The both of you need to knock this shit<i>off!</i>" she snapped, holding Carson tight as he struggled to get loose. Letto's screech let up and he put himself between Carson and Sunny, facing the woman as Nat kept Carson secure. It took a moment, but Carson relaxed, though he remained flushed and angry.<br/><br/>"You can let me go," he said quietly, and Natya did so. He lowered his arms and touched his lip, which had been split from Sunny's punch. He looked at her, then past her at Malia before he turned and walked away, back into the depths of Central. Natya rubbed her face and turned an exasperated look to Sunny.<br/><br/>"What the hell was<i>that</i>all about?"<br/><br/>"Dude's gotta work out some aggression, that's all." She shrugged, though her cheek had begun to bruise a bit from where she'd hit the concrete. "Look, we all know Cars has been outta whack since he brought Lili back." She turned toward Malia and shrugged. "Sorry I decked your boyfriend,<i>cariño,</i>but I wasn't gonna let him lecture us about how dangerous it was to go outside. Plus hopefully now he'll get his head out of his ass and train you! If not though I'll be back here tomorrow just after breakfast."