We all know the importance of physical fitness (I’m typing this on a day I chose to sleep in vs. work out), President Reagan used to make us do sit ups in school for crying out loud.
It’s fun to have Wil be the punching bag sometimes. He’s cocky so it’s a little comeuppance.
Wil has changed out of his normal shipboard jumpsuit and into a tank top and shorts. Maxim is similarly dressed. The big Palorian looks at his Captain, a head shorter than him, “I’ll go easy on ya.”
“It hasn’t been that long.” Wil says defensively.
Maxim tilts his head, “Do you even remember the last time you trained?”
“Well no, I mean I don’t mark it in my calendar or anything.”
“Almost eight months.” Maxim points to Wil’s midsection, “You’ve also gotten fat.”
From the side of the training mat Bennie cackles until Cynthia smacks him on the back of the head.
Wil swings his bo staff in a wide arc attempting to get in a shot at Maxim before he expects it. The big Palorian dodges to the side, Wil’s staff missing him by inches. In the same move he brings his own bo staff around catching Wil in the ribs.
Wil takes a step back readying his staff just in time to deflect an overhead swing. He twists at his hip bringing his staff down, dragging Maxim’s with it. He opens his mouth to comment but clamps it shut just in time to twist further narrowly avoiding a blow to his head.
Maxim spins quickly bringing his staff low to take Wil’s feet out from under him. Wil jumps just in time, bringing his staff up to catch Maxim in the chin. The two of them separate a few paces.
Maxim tilts his head side to side cracking his neck, “It’s on.”
Wil swallows, “Oh shit.”
Bennie rubs his hands together.
I enjoy giving the crew time to train. I like the slice of life moments it provides (same with team meals). There’s no stress, they’re together being family.