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Lee Adama has lost his mind. He's gone frakking crazy. That's the only explanation he can think of for why he's agreed to get in the ring with Tommy. Kara mentioned it once, mostly as an aside and he'd shrugged it off, but boredom brought him around to taking the idea seriously. He's restless, running out of things to do, and apparently, this is how he's going to spend the afternoon.

Great.

Not only has it been forever since he's done anything even remotely like this— months, even before Darrow, at his last count— but he's not even sure he knows exactly what MMA is.

"Okay, so, you're going to take it easy on me, right?" Lee asks, as he pulls at the wrap on his left wrist, making sure it's tight enough.

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"Did I say that?" he asked, his brows lifting. It wasn't often that he was in a good enough mood to joke around, but he found himself looking forward to this.

Lee was a decent enough guy, it wasn't like he wanted to do any real damage, but it'd been a while since he'd been in the ring with somebody who wasn't a kid.

"Yeah, I can do that," he said, one wide shoulder lifting in a shrug as he slipped in his mouth guard.

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"Gods," Lee says, not finding Tommy's joke particularly funny in that moment. Of all the times for the guy to develop a sense of humor...

"Just try not to break anything," he settles on, and puts in his own mouth guard, falling into a stance that's closer to one someone might use to box, but it's what he knows.

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"Relax, man. I'm not gonna hurt'cha," he said, slurred a little by the piece of plastic between his teeth.

Moving forward, he took a minute to size the other guy up, take in his stance, where it looked like his punches were gonna pull from, and threw a curious right hook of his own, just to see how Lee took it.