Mama said knock me out! ((Roman/Rhema))

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Rhema held back a grin, before folding his arms. "Roman Prynn?"

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Roman smirked. "As much as I'd love to, sweetheart. Roman Prynn doesn't fight bearers."

Ha'al snorted. "Come on, Ro, you act like you've never hit a bearer before."

Roman shot a frown at the man. "I don't fight bearers."

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"I take it, sir, that you do...hit bearers?" Rhema cocked his head, curiously.

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Ha'al snorted. "All fair in the ring, sweetheart."

Roman shook his head. He may have left a many bearer heart broken but would never hurt one otherwise. Esspecially not in boxing. When he had first joined the team they had pitted him against a bearer and it had taken one hit to destroy the beauty's face and ROman vowed he's never fight another one. He's paid for the kids doctor visits until his face was restored and still coudln't bear to see the man because he felt so guilty.

"You're not fighting a bearer in here, Ha'al," Roman said in all seriousness, knwoign the man had a dirty streak. If Ha'al started losing, he'd cheat.

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Rhema eyed the man curiously. This was exactly the sort of shit-eating jakal that deserved to be put in his place. "If I may invoke the Commander's words. I may fight whomever I so wish. Sir," he addressed Ha'al. "Will you meet me in the ring?"

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Roman frowned and ignored the newcomers words. "With all due respect Commander Anderson, you're setting this bearer up to get hurt."

"He wants to prove himelf, Lieutenant, he chooses who," the man answered.

Roman grunted and turned to Ha'al, "Turn him down. You get in that ring with him and Its me and you next."

Ha'al snorted, figuring his boy was just being stupid. "Come on, princess," he sneered at Rhema and moved to the ring.

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Rhema again removed his piercings and shirt, tied his hair back and wrapped his hands before he gloved up. He headed into the ring, looking at the jerk with a nod. "Ready." he announced, watching Ha'al.

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Roman scowled and shook his head. "I cannot believe you're letting this happen," he said to Zane.

The Commander jsut nodded to the ring. "Just watch, Prynn."

Ha'al slipped in his mouth guard and immediately drove in, hitting the bearer int he stomach.

Zane had to hold Roman back. When that didn't work it took three more givers to hold him idle while the match continued.

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Rhema stood, not having expected that, but he would next time. The little bearer stood, coughing a little before begging to dance on his toes. His fists flashed across the male's face, with a return shot into his gut. Several in fact.

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Ha'al stumbled back several feet before shoving Rhema across the ring and rushing him.

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Rhema dove away, standing quickly again and punching the dude in his solar plexus, bringing an elbow down on his spine.

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Ha'al collapsed on the floor, breath knocked out of him. At 5 count he stood back up. "I'm going to hurt you..." he growled, rushing in and dropping to his knees to punch the man in the groin.

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Rhema gasped at that, hitting the mat with a groan. Dirty bastard. Rhema's fangs exploded from his gums and he growled. He recovered on the six and stood, glaring at Ha'al.

"Okay, sir, since we're breaking rules..." Rhema rushed the big male, jumping at the last second to wrap his legs around the male's neck, and fling himself downwards, bringing the man with him. His face on the mate. Rhema increased the pressure of his legs around the bastard's neck, before twisting off of him, straddling him and punching him across the face with a 'crack', breaking his nose and sending him into unconsciousness.

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Roman's own fangs were hanging over his bottom lip, the whites of his eyes clouded black.

The Commander patted hi on the shoulder, "I told you the kid could handle his own."

ROman didn't move. He attrivuted this reaction due to what had happened with that bearer long ago. But he honestly did not trust himself to move lest he kill Ha'al.

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Rhema rolled off the asshole with a hiss, pulling off his glove and wincing at the pain in his groin. That was going to need ice. His pale flesh was bruised from the man's first punch, but Rhema'd had worse. Overall, not a bad fight.