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May. 2nd, 2013 02:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adifferentpathLee 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.
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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Date: 2013-05-23 05:33 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2013-05-28 01:14 am (UTC)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.