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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.