Darion went through his own little stretching before they began, cracking his back, rolling his shoulders and all the necessary.  Of course he couldn't help but watch as she unzipped her top a little more, definitely enjoying watching it himself.  Though not as much as the crowd did, Darion could at least focus on what was going to be coming up.<br/><br/>Though her small statement made him grin a bit in a little humor.<span style="color: seagreen">“Oh, I highly doubt you will be nice at all.”</span>Was all he replied before they both finished their own stretching and took up their stances.   As a man, Darion couldn't help but enjoy the sight of Ashana stretching out herself.   If he hadn't spent the night before with an Asari stripper, then he may have been completely distracted… or if he wasn't certain he was about to get his ass kicked.<br/><br/>Darion fell into the stance that they had beaten into him during training and raised his hands up into the usual guard.  Watching Ashana for every move she would make, he couldn't miss the mocked kiss.  He couldn't help but grin himself, wishing it was something other than a mock tease to get him to start the fight.<span style="color: seagreen">“Careful, some people make take a kiss like that as an invitation.”</span>He was one of them in this context.<br/><br/>Past that comment though, Darion said nothing more, and the grin slipped as the fight began.  He took the first move as the taunt had been to make him do.  As each move they made against each other went on, the grin he had had on his face died, and he fell into the frame of mind the old gunny who taught hand to hand had tried to teach them.  Though he wasn't perfect at that.<br/><br/>As each hit landed, was blocked, or missed darion began to get a half decent estimation of her skills, as she was fast.  Sometimes he had to work to avoid a strike here, even once feeling her hand go through what little hair he had.  Really close dodges.  Each time he was able to catch her legs, she twisted out of the hold before he could throw her.  He was only able to stop her for a moment that first time.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">‘She is really good, better than I thought for having no real fighting style.’</span>He thought to himself as she twisted out of his first hold on her leg.  Though when he had blocked the kick that allowed him to get the hold, he couldn't help but think there may be a bruise there later after the fight.  The twist kick would probably leave another small bruise on his other arm as well.  It put him on the ground, well mostly as he had caught his fall with his arm.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: seagreen">‘She is really good.’ </span></i>He thought again, by this time his grin was completely gone, though he had been fighting seriously the whole time.  He barely saw the kick coming and reacted as the training instilled instincts had taught him to, it was hard to forget those when the gunny taught them the hard way.<span style="color: seagreen"><i> ‘her legs have a lot of strength, I couldn't divert that strike.’</i></span>His mind was too focused on the fight to think of anywhere that thought could lead, gutter wise.<br/><br/>He had to get her on the ground to put her in a position for him, and her kicks let him, as he got a hold again to allow him to use his strength, and weight against her.  The next set of moved he actually had to use his greater strength to get himself in an advantageous position, using it to pull her to move her own captures of him into a better place.  The grappling one one place the Marine training had focused.  But she was able to pull him as well to put him over her.<br/><br/>It ended with him almost straddling her with only his left arm free to strike, though he didn't miss where their little struggle had put his right hand, and he planted it.  Though that didn't take much more than a fraction of his attention before he was able to free his left completely and use it against her.  He hated the position he was in because he couldn't put his full strength into a blow, but he could Do what he could, his left came down to strike her in the stomach.  Hopefully that would put her off enough for him to get in an even better position.<br/><br/>It was enough for him to get his other arm free, but unfortunately it allowed her to get some moves in and put her legs in a bad position, against his chest.<i><span style="color: seagreen">‘Shit…’</span></i>he cursed in his mind as he was pushed away bug got into his stance on his feet again.  Then he pressed the attack, seeing her not fully up herself.  That was the best chance he had at that moment to possibly win.  He hand’t been expecting what came next.<br/><br/>The scowl on her face was hard to miss before the fast attack came, he saw it at the last moment, and didn't have time to put up a guard as her leg caught him cleanly, causing him to stumble.  Where the hell had that come from?  She hadn't been that fast up until that last moment?  There was pain in his mouth as well, guessing the kick had pushed the inside of his check against his teeth.  He could taste blood in his mouth. It took him a moment to overcome the daze before his spit some of the blood out.<br/><br/>When Darion’s eyes came back up and Met Ashana’s, and a chill ran up his spine at what he saw there in her eyes.  That is when he realized that she hadn't been fighting at her full potential until that very moment, and the aggression during the rest of the fight had been her testing him, playing with him.  There was fear in his eyes, but it was covered with mostly what had caused the little grin on his lips.  He had forced her to fight all out now.  He may be afraid, but fear was the last thing that would rule him.<br/><br/>Of course these were the only thoughts that ran through his head before he saw Ashana come at him full force, and he could barely keep up even if his eyes could track her.  A right that hit the side of his face again, splitting his lip, and when he raised his hands to block another, her left came down against his ribs, precise.  He felt a rib crack with the shot of pain that shot through him, but not break thankfully.  That was the last thought before the next set came.<br/><br/>Darion struck back, aiming a low punch with his strength to her ribs, and as he watched she stumbled back from the blow, or at least he thought that was what had happened.  He didn't even see it coming when he found himself pulled to the ground with her legs locked around his neck tightly.  He reached up and tried to pull them apart with his hands on her thighs, but it was no good, she had locked them, and he couldn't breath.  And of course she pulled his arm away from her legs so he couldn't put his strength to work pulling her legs apart.  Blood started running down his arm from where her fingers and nails started to dig in against his own straining muscle.<br/><br/>It only took him a moment of getting no air for him to realize he couldn't get out of this, and with his right hand, he started to tap on her leg, trying to tap out.  But she wasn't letting go?  After a second he started to get the feeling she was trying to kill him.  That was when he started trying to get to his left leg with his free hand, to the knife he had in his boots.  He especially wanted it because he was starting to see dark spots dance across his vision.<br/><br/>Darion was almost at his knife when finally the pressure from Ashana’s legs let up, and she let him go.  He rolled onto his hands and knees, taking in a deep breath, and couching a little, his vision slowly clearing.  While he was recovering on his left leg his pants had been pulled up and out of his boots, the sheath for a combat knife could be seen with the skin.  It became obvious that at the end of the fight when his tap-out hadn't worked, he had been reaching for a knife to plunge into her thigh.  Another moment and he looked up at Ashana offering a hand to help him up.  He looked at her for a second.  Not sure if he should take it, but the look in her eyes wasn't the same as at the end of the fight.  Finally he reached up and took her offered help, though he was still panting and breathing deeply.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“I aim to please the ladies.” </span>He said in reply though he was cradling his left side where he was sure she had cracked a rib with her punch.  He was pretty sure it was only cracked, much faster to heal that way.  His face and neck were starting to show the beginnings of a bruise though from her kick and subsequent punch.  His arms where he had blocked as well were starting to show.<span style="color: seagreen">“At least good enough to make you fight seriously, kinda wish I hadn't been kicked out of the Alliance Marines before I could go into the N7 training program though.”</span>Darion said looking down at the ground, thinking about how he had seen Ashana fight there at the end.<span style="color: seagreen">“Though seeing that, I think my assessment of that assassin on Bekenstein was correct.”</span><br/><br/>………………………………………<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“Ok.  I’ll go grab them.  They are taking too long.”</span>Kala commented, as she made her way to the elevator, which was strangely empty when it arrived at her floor with how busy it had been all day.<span style="color: sienna">“Yeah, she does have a reason to worry her blue butt about.  This should not be empty until we leave this damned station.”</span>Kala cursed as she hit the key for the Cargo Bay.<br/><br/>When the dark-skinned and haired woman exited into the Large bay she immediately saw the large circle of the entire new crew, ground crew, and even the deckhands who had been loading the deliveries into the ship.  Seeing them all standing around gawking at something, Kala immediately started to get pissed.  She had just gotten there after the fight between the soldier and assassin.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“What the fuck are you fucking bunch of no brain morons doing just standing around!  Stop lollygagging!  There is still work to do on this ship!  You haven’t been relieved yet at all.  Do you dumbasses want to be stuck on this fucking station?!”</span>Kala called, mostly yelled, to the assembled group of people.    The pissed look was obvious in her eyes.  She had been working while everyone had just been laying around like bums?<span style="color: sienna">“Taseer wasn’t the new equipment up with her an hour ago.  And who were the morons working on replacing the regulators in the Forward battery?!”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>