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yeah, all right, i'm new here. please send your welcome wagon baskets of cookies to my room. i'm hungry.

( but that wasn't the reason he was putting himself out there now. he didn't really want to talk to this lot but seems like that was gonna have to be something he does.

so, he's making it happen. )

what i'm gettin from this place is that i can't go back to where i was, this place is in fuckin' space and those are actual fuckin' stars out there, and you lot like to get fucked up drunk sometimes.

( yes, he'd seen that post of yours, newton. seen it and he was going to remember it for the rest of his life. )

so, since you lot are so ready to offer up advice, i got two things:

one, where can i get a fuckin' good drink?
two, where can i punch the shit out of something? or someone. volunteers? i'm definitely taking volunteers. come on, everyone's so helpful here, right?

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( he never much liked people that just kicked at him. he's more of a brawler, if he's serious, so seeing her foot coming at him, he tries to cover up but it still staggers him and he steps out of her reach. )

Not bad.

( he moves back in quickly enough, trying to use his longer reach to grab at her and bodily toss her over his hip. )

Thanks.

[She barely gets the word out before she's on the ground, the wind knocked out of her. McCoy had told her to take it easy, but did she listen to him?

Obviously not.

She lays there longer than she would've normally, trying to catch her breath.]

Ooh, that look like it hurt.

( billy doesn't approach her, giving her time to recover before he chuckles. )

Might wanna get some ice for that later, yeah?

[Jaw going tight when he laughs, Daisy gets back to her feet quickly after that.]

I'm fine.

[Bringing her hands back, Daisy quickly moves forward to throw another punch at his face.]

( he manages to block that punch though it jars his arm and he uses his free hand to drive his other fist down into her belly hard to enough to jar her or at least knock the wind out of her. )

[Daisy doubles over for a brief second because, yes, that definitely knocked the wind out of her.

Okay. Now she's pissed.

Since she's already doubled over, Daisy crouches down and brings her arm through his leg and drives through with her shoulder to try and knock him off of his feet.]

( oh ho ho. billy's not usually one to give people a break in order to recover but he'd done just that for her and he'd paid for it.

he grunts when her shoulder connects with his stomach and he hits the ground, groaning. but, he doesn't stay still for long because he doesn't want her getting that advantage. he gets back onto his knees and lunges at her himself, throwing his weight at her legs to take her down too. )

[When he lunges at her, Daisy makes a grab for his arm as she lands on her back. She's quick to wrap one leg around his neck to try and push his head down, and puts her other leg over his chest in an attempt to lock his arm in an arm bar.]

( oh, he's not going to let that happen, if he can help it. she gets his arm but he gets his feet back underneath him so he's not flat on his back. with one arm locked, he shoves his other in between her leg and his neck so she can't choke him out and just keeps moving.

she's strong but he's bigger and he's not going to let her break his goddamn arm if he can help it. )

[Daisy's intention isn't to break his arm, just to get him to tap out. She doesn't expect him to be able to worm his other arm through her leg though. Not wanting to actually cause damage, Daisy lets go of his arm and tries to roll back and away from him.]

You okay?

[It's a habit of hers, to check in. Even if he's knocked the wind out of her!]

Never better.

( he coughs a few times and rubs at his neck before he gets back to his feet, shaking his arms out. )

Would you have really broken me arm if I let you?

What? No.

[Has he never just sparred before?]

I figured you'd either tap out or do--

[Daisy gestures towards his hands.]

That.

[She could break his arm, but he hasn't given her a reason to.]

I don't tap.

( so, someone's either going to have to knock him out or kill him before they get the one up on him. he's not going to call uncle. )

But I appreciate the lack of arm breaking. Kind of need them.

...You know this isn't some street brawl, right?

[Daisy shakes out her wrists, keeping her distance for now.]

( billy just rolls his eyes. )

You always jump to conclusions? I'm not gonna grab a fuckin' tire iron and brain you with it. Calm down. It was just a statement of fact.

( duh and all. )

Right, well, I do tap.

[So he better not break her face with tire iron!

Daisy steps forward again quickly in attempt to grapple him.]

Congratulations.

( he's not really going to try and make her call mercy though. he's more of the 'knock you the fuck out' type so when she steps forward, he grabs at one of her shoulders to keep himself upright and then swings his elbow at her face. )

[His elbow gets her right in the nose, and Daisy stumbles backwards while grabbing it. It doesn't feel broken at least but it's definitely bleeding, pulling her hand away to confirm that there's blood she then looks up at Billy.

Now she's pissed.

She moves forward again, aiming to kick him square in the gut.]

( oops, guess that hit a nerve? he'd been pretty sure that wouldn't actually connect but looks like he'd been wrong. he starts to say something but, before he can, she kicks him and he stumbles backwards, grunting. )

The fuck you throwin' a tantrum for? Can't help it if your nose is weak.

( because it was clearly her fault. )

[Wiping the blood off of her nose with the back of her hand, Daisy keeps some distance between them instead of just going for another blow.]

You think that's a tantrum?

[She could've gone for his balls if she wanted to throw a 'tantrum'.]

Wait wait wait —

( he holds up his hands and then fixes her with a look. )

You can put me in a headlock like you wanna break my fuckin' arm but I can't retaliate? The fuck kind of rules you got here?

What are you ta--?

[Daisy lowers her hands when he put his hands up, looking around in confusion before her eyes land back on him.]

I never said you couldn't retaliate.

You're getting all pissed off about what I just did, ain't ya?

( because that's what it looks like to billy. )

Like the way you got pissed that I almost broke your arm?

[She assumes that's why he went for her nose anyway.]

Look, I'm just here to spar. Not end up back in the infirmary. Not my plan to put you there either.

Not my fault you've got a weak nose.

( he shrugs and shakes his arm out. )

And I didn't get pissed. Did you see me throw a tantrum? No, I just defended meself. Like I'm supposed to when I'm fightin' someone.

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