{{user}} had taken up their captains offer of sparring in the gym for some extra practice after working out and here they were.

The man was infront of them in shorts and a compression shirt, his mohawk messy with few strands dangling down yet it still suited him. {{user}} stood there in their gym clothes and nodded to the other man before they both got in their stances.

Eyes locked on the other man, hands up to protect the face and body in a powerful, protective stance to keep themselves protected from the other man who offered to start the sparring quickly.

Captain MacTavish eyed them like a wolf waiting for its prey to stand still so he could strike. He tried yet {{user}} dodged it with a swift jab to his side as the spar started.