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Title - Spar
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The day went by quickly, as if the air itself was charged with anticipation for the showdown between the mysterious Agent Hawthorne of the SSR Field Division and Steve Rogers, now famously known as Humanity's super soldier.
The sparring area was rowdy as the many sergeants and newer enlisted soldier chattered while observing the two men in the ring. While one had an intense expression of focus, the other looked like he was having any other casual day.
Rogers wore a skin tight military shirt that accentuated his bulging muscles and perfect body lines while Lucas looked like he'd always looked since joining the military.
Agent Carter, standing at the edge of the ring, glanced between the two men. "Are you both ready?" she asked, her calm exterior concealing her own bubbling anticipation.
"Sure, whenever America's Golden boy is ready to rumble." Lucas shrugged, not even phased by the attention he was gathering.
Steve chuckled, giving Lucas a subtle, knowing glance before turning his attention to Carter. "I'm ready."
"Well then…" Carter said and looked at the two men. "...you may begin "
As soon as her words fell, Steve made a dash at Lucas who smirked and took a lazy karate stance. Upon reaching
At the signal, Steve launched himself at Lucas, aiming a powerful right hook at Lucas's head. Lucas, however, effortlessly moved to the side, elegantly sidestepping as the punch sliced through the air where his head had been just a moment before.
Steve's forward momentum carried him past Lucas, but quickly adjusting, he pivoted and aimed a roundhouse kick at Lucas's midsection.
Lucas's response was immediate as he raised his left arm, deflecting the kick with a well-timed parry, and while he felt he impact in his arm, his stance remained steady, his expression calm.
"Nice kick," Lucas remarked, "but you might want to try something a bit more unexpected. A trained Martial artist won't foolishly compete with you in terms of strength." He finished halfway, leaving Steve to comprehend whatever he could.
Steve's eyes narrowed slightly and adjusted his strategy and decided to opt for a series of quick, rapid jabs. His fists moved in a flurry, aiming to overwhelm Lucas with sheer speed, Lucas however, seemed to anticipate each strike with uncanny precision, and with each jab that came his way, Lucas either dodged or parried, his movements controlled, making it seem effortless.
Lucas saw an opening and countered with a swift, low kick aimed at Steve's legs. Perhaps due to the new physical improvements granted by the serum, Steve was able to perceive and leap over the kick as he retaliated with a spinning back fist, his body rotating with impressive agility and flexibility..
Lucas raised his arm to block, absorbing the force of the strike without flinching. "Good reflexes," Lucas said, "but your movements are a bit predictable."
While Steve and the observer were wondering how Lucas could remain standing despite the force of the fist, Allen, who was already beside Colonel Philips and Howard Stark turned into a narrator and explained succinctly,
"That's force redirection, Lucas's ability to redirect force applied on his body. Through his extensive martial arts training in martial arts, he'd learned to use the opponent's momentum against them.
From a young age, Lucas was trained in basically all forms of martial arts and redirecting force through his body can be easily achieved through techniques that focus on body alignment and energy flow. By using proper stance and movement, he effectively channels an opponent's force away from his own center of mass."
"This skill involves precise timing and understanding of leverage, allowing him to neutralize and redirect attacks rather than simply meeting force with force."
"Speak English, please." Colonel Philips intoned roughly. He was already pissed at everything that was going on that he didn't have the brain power to properly process the information Allen had just given.
"So he's basically like a shock absorber..?"
"You can put it that way, but like I had said, My Young master is capable of redireciting the flow of force." Allen siad, a proud smile making its way to his face as Lucas, in a fluid and swift motion, delivered a front kick to Steve's jaw.
This wasn't just a casual front kick. All forms of martial arts had the hands and feets as their main focus of attack and defense. So while the name "Front Kick" can be used in all of them, the one Lucas used was specifically used in Taekwondo.
A karate styled front kick way always straightforwardly aimed at the torso or face, but the taekwondo styled front kick also did the same but emphasized on speed and precision.
And accompanying that speed was the force behind Steve's back hand fist. And to the awe of everyone watching, Steve was sent flying back.
But despite the hushed exclamations amongst the crowd, Steve gritted his teeth and kickwd off the ground as soon as his feet touched it and executed a high kick with his left leg, aiming for Lucas's head.
Lucas ducked under the kick and moved in closer, his movements smooth and with a quick turn, he launched a perfect spinning hook kick, striking Steve's side.
"3 minutes should have passed since we began fighting and you've yet to land a hit." Lucas said. He sported an amused smile as he regarded Steve.
Steve staggered slightly but quickly regained his balance. Despite how he may look, he was still a super soldier and was superior to an average human. Hence, Lucas who was also using the physical strength of a human didn't cause much damage.
With a grunt, Steve charged once again, throwing a punch to Lucas's torso. The force behind the blow was so formidable that Lucas knew that if he received this, he'd be under heavy suspicion, martial arts training or not.
And so, just as Steve's fist was about to connect, Lucas shifted his weight and angled his body to absorb the impact. While powerful, as the punch met Lucas's forearm, it was redirected away from his center.
The force of the punch, instead of hitting Lucas directly, was channeled sideways, causing Steve to momentarily lose his balance.
Lucas quickly capitalized on the moment and moved in close, positioning himself in such a way that, in a swift motion, he unleashed a precise elbow strike to Steve's ribs, followed by a knee to the midsection.
Steve grunted from the blows but managed to keep his footing, his super-soldier enhancements showing its capabilities.
Lucas, maintaining his composure but internally intrigued, stepped back and observed Steve's response. "You've got strength and speed, but you're still leaving openings," Lucas remarked, his tone almost conversational. "Remember this going forward, martial arts isn't just about power; it's about efficiency and exploiting your opponent's weaknesses."
"But you've not won yet." Steve said as he rubbed his sides while scrunching his face in displeasure.
"Doesn't matter. I'll win." Lucas said with a confidence that was hard even for Steve to refute. "Always remember, a fight is a sport you do with a hundred percent level of concentration. You have to think one, two, three, hell ten steps ahead so as not to leave openings when we're seen through."
Steve nodded and tightened his stance and readied himself for another attack. He threw a left jab, but as Lucas reacted, Steve spun and aimed a powerful back kick at Lucas's side.
The kick, executed with his full force, made to connect with Lucas's ribcage, however, instead of absorbing the full impact, Lucas quickly pivoted on his left foot using the rotational momentum to shift the force of the kick away from his center.
It was done in such a fluid motion, that even Steve was at a loss at how that was possible, not to mention the watchers.
The impact, while still significant, was redirected such that Lucas maintained his balance and avoided a direct hit from landing on him.
Steve's kick had caused him to momentarily overextend himself, and Lucas seized the opportunity. Having consciously limited himself to the level of a trained human both in mind and body, it was a bit hard to keep up.
Leucadius had always wondered…Why was it that when Gods disguised as Humans, they'd still perform one or two tricks or miracles to the Humans they encountered?
He wasn't gonna lie, it was interesting doing that in the past, but as he grew, he found it immature. What was the point of acting like a human if you'd still have access to your abilities?
Sealing everything but the necessary skills necessary to live as a human was the way to go. Hence his current predicament.
(A/N: This doesn't mean he'll get sick or fall prey to any form of abnormal status ailment.)
The crowd watched in amazement as Lucas, with practiced ease, continued to dodge Steve's relentless attacks. With every punch and kick Steve threw, Lucas remained a step ahead, his movements a mark left behind by years of martial arts training and strategic thinking.
"Still not landing a hit," Lucas called out, a hint of playful challenge in his voice. "You're getting close, but you'll need more than brute strength to get past me."
Steve, although slightly frustrated, adjusted his approach and started mixing up his attacks, throwing in feints and fake movements in an attempt to catch Lucas off guard. Yet, Lucas's focus remained. His ability to anticipate and redirect Steve's strikes ensured that, despite the powerful blows, he remained unscathed.
"You've got a long way to go my friend. No matter how deceptive your attacks are, your body will never lie. And as long as I can read your body movements…" Lucas said while dodging Steve's attacks. "You'll never land a hit."
As the sparring session approached the ten-minute mark, Steve's focus was intense as sweat trickled down his face due to the physical exertion he'd had to endure just fighting Lucas
Finally, as the buzzer signaled the end of the test, both fighters stepped back while breathing heavily. Steve, though visibly winded, smiled at Lucas. "You're good. Guess I've got a lot to learn."
Lucas, brushing off his shirt and still smiling, replied, "And you're exactly as I've expected. I'll take pleasure in teaching you to the best of my capabilities."
Although no-one noticed it, there was a shift in Lucas's smile. This was a change that only those who'd gone through a session of physical training with Leucadius would recognise and tremble in horror.
Steve, unaware of this, smiled back and turned to Agent Carter who was approaching them with a satisfied look. "Well done, both of you. That was quite the demonstration." looking at Lucas, she added. "I'm almost tempted to ask to join in."
The smile on Lucas' face deepened at the sound of that. "I would have no greater pleasure than to be the teachers of the SSR's strongest couple." he said and gave them a knowing eye.
"You..what are you talking about!?" Steve's face flushed a deep red as he stammered, "Uh, well… Carter, I mean, uh, we should focus on the training, right? Just, um, continue with the evaluations and stuff."
Agent Carter's cheeks matched Steve's as she quickly shot him a sidelong glance, her voice a mix of embarrassment and indignation. She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "Let's not get sidetracked. We need to assess further training and..."
Steve cut in, desperate to divert the conversation. "Right, more training. We'll focus on that." His awkward attempt to steer the conversation back on track only seemed to add to the embarrassment.
Lucas watched their reaction with a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying the moment. "Oh, don't worry," he said with a chuckle. "I was just having a bit of fun. Let's get back to business, shall we?"
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