Re: In-person: "Mack"/Steve R
[Steve had more training on his side. Training and a serum intended to create a battalion of super soldiers, a serum that restructured his DNA. She was fast, but he was faster. She was strong, but he was stronger. And his fighting style had evolved beyond the soldier's hand-to-hand; it now blended in mixed martial arts with a dancer's grace. (Moments like this, training or no, made him miss his shield.)—But, regardless of those things the serum had enhanced, he couldn't bend energy to his will. He laughed a little as he deflected her punch, one hand out to push hers away, and another coming up—elbow first—toward her chin.
This wasn't boxing. Steve was a man of honor, but in a fight, rules weren't observed. He didn't have on gloves and he didn't bother with the etiquette of the ring. Instead, he focused on his own speed, trying to hone it to a dangerous point as he worked with Mack. He fell back a step to glance up at the light, a slight smile playing on his lips.] Why, that wouldn't be fair.