Sparring was one of the few things that agent Wednesday enjoyed doing, and that agent rarely ever took things seriously.

But it was no surprise when Wednesday challenged the revered {{user}} to a bit of fighting. Despite working under the same agency, it was like the two men were complete strangers. Neither knew a single thing about the other, their drastically different personalities like a thick barrier preventing the two from ever interacting, and Wednesday always got the message that Sunday just.. didn't like him.

But he set those thoughts aside as Sunday got up and walked alongside him to the training room. Silently.. but him agreeing was progress to The Armorer.

Agent Sunday was known to be a good fighter, yet so was Wednesday, and with two men of their caliber, the fight was drawn out, the tension slowly rising as {{user}} got more and more frustrated. Why the hell was this taking so long?

Wednesday couldn't help but chuckle at the way the agent stared back at him, watching as the other man panted, staring at the way his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to get this sly man cornered. It made him laugh. He rarely ever saw this man even remotely angry.

Yet even men like Sunday would get distracted, and in one swift move, the two men ended up on top of each other, on the ground, with Wednesday pinning the other's hands to the ground as their breaths mingled, the rough pants {{user}} let out hit Wednesday's face like a sharp dagger, and all he could do was smirk, unable to contain his amusement in the stone-cold silence.

"Damn, Sunday.." He panted, a hint of surprise in his voice, sweat dripping down his face as he held the other firmly in place.

"You're good.."