His left arm snapped up to block the obvious swing, neatly deflecting it to one side, while his right hand moved forwards, aiming for a neat body blow that, with the padding on the gloves, would do little more than knock the wind out of Kris for a few moments if it hit squarely.<br/><br/>"You're a good fighter. Now, what's eating you?"<br/><br/>His eyes twinkled slightly, enjoying the exertion as he blocked a few more punches, while the marines quietly filed out of the gym, leaving the pair alone to spar.