Walter raises a brow as Maho blabbers on about sparring him unarmed. Finally he cracks a smile and gives a loud thunderclap of a HAH!<br/><br/>"Very funny, Maho, thought of that all yourself did you? I'll have you know you don't earn the Rasalhague Street Fighting Badge in a 'Mech. Bare hands and dirty fighting is my weapon of choice."<br/><br/>It came natural that you had to abandon your 'Mech every once in a while, and Walter had tried it out in the middle of urban combat. Since there was no pickup to be had he instead joined a shock infantry group to make his way back towards the headquarters. Fighting house to house with nothing more than a heavy SMG and the limbs you were born with for three weeks earned him some honorable merits from the footsloggers as well as some respect for the common infantry man.<br/><br/>"And i'm just a little shocked in the head is all, nothing wrong with my flesh and bones. I think I can keep fit anyway. But you seem to be a little thin on the other hand, perhaps you could use the sparring!"<br/><br/>He poked Maho in her ribs and pinched her cheeks with a wide grin. A loud yawn ambushed him out of nowhere and he stretched a little.<br/><br/>"Yikes. Uhm, I'll have to disappear for a while, sign some stuff before I go to bed. I''ll see you all tomorrow."<br/><br/>He scurried away towards his quarters. It was partially true that he had a lot of papers to read and sign. But really he was starting to feel the weight of the day crashing down upon him. Even so he made his way back to his bunk and brought out the documents that Perkins had compiled. As Erich's call-out came over the inter-comm he had to give another heavy sigh. The day wasn't done yet.