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[ Rhys is already an irritable guy, and of he isn't getting a good nights sleep and his basic creature comforts he's even quicker to be a snippy asshole. He must be at a breaking point or something, cause he's really Feeling It Mr. Krabs this week.

The video clicks on, camera focusing on Rhys's face, behind him the sleeping pods from the dorm that he hasn't been lucky enough to escape for the month. ]

So hey, I've been really, really patient with this whole situation. Waaaay more reasonable than anyone deserves, but I think it's about time I put this out there:

Lack of privacy? Of fresh air- real or simulated? Of access to the infirmary, gym, or spa if there even is one on this ship- It's an infringement on human rights.

That's right, I'm suing! And all of you should too. Who's with me?

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[Travis Touchdown is not very fuckin' pleased right this minute, but when he's thrown back, he snaps to focus the second he's caught his balance against the pods. He sizes Bucky up. What's this guy good at? Who can say, but he's got balls if he's willing to come in hot like this. William and Rhys may as well not exist in this moment. Travis only has eyes for a good fight.

Travis shifts into a position for a real fight, stance wide, shoulders strong. He may not have a beam katana, but a brawl hits a sweet spot, too.

He lifts his chin, gives a little jerk of a nod.]

Your turn, asshole.

[Fists up.]

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( it's a quick action, whipping out his own communicator and sending claire an audio reply, but his eyes are on travis the whole time as he steps away from rhys, knowing he's now been secured by someone else.

the gloves are on, his vibranium left arm covered by his jacket as well, masking any abnormality. normally he might try and defuse the situation, but travis already challenged him on the public post blindly. this sort of attitude will be trouble if it isn't reigned in. his stance widens, but he doesn't bother throwing up his fists, doesn't need to with the serum improving his reflexes. )

Don't get mad when your ass is handed to you.

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You have no idea what you're up against.

[Wouldn't be the first time, but Travis has to admit, it does sting. He been out of the game that long, that he no longer has random mooks and important people alike pausing after meeting his eye?

But he's never doubted his skills. Never needed a warm-up or a comeback or any of that shit, he just strikes again whenever he damn well pleases.

Travis rushes Bucky to grapple. He'll flip him, if he can. Pile-drive him into the ground.]

[counterstep]

( bucky doesn't bother answering, knowing and understanding the sentiment too, in his own way. but that will never change, not unless he parades about with his metal arm in plain view, but he has no intention of doing so today.

standing forward against the balls of his feet, he counters the grapple with the force of his own weight, 250 pounds more than sufficient from the looks of the guy's build. throwing his right leg across past his left while using travis' rush to keep his balance, he swipes back with his heel, hooking against travis' angle with the intent to thrown him to the ground. )

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[The leg sweep. Fucking classic. The moment Travis feels himself locked in, he knows what’s about to happen, and he leans in hard to the side. Just like his Master taught him, as good as reflex: your opponent moves, you’ve got him on one foot. You throw your weight into that. Hard.

Whether a shove doesn’t anything, though—]

[counterstep]

( while he hadn't anticipated a return throw, he did prepare for the possibility, weight still on the front of his left foot. the fact travis throws himself hard against bucky's right leg even helps, the force helping him build the momentum needed to twist himself around and pivot back wholly to safety.

whoever this guy is outside of the peregrine, he's good. strong tactics, smart moves. bucky doesn't want to have to use strength directly, but it may be one of those times. fists raised as he comes back around to leverage his balance, he immediately goes in for a one-two punch. )

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[Travis gets bearings easily enough to duck the first, but the second feels like it'd be a crapshoot even if he dodged it. His block feels like he could fold like a lawn chair even if he. Fuck, there's a lot of power there.

He takes it to the face, naturally. Later on, his cheekbone will hurt like a bitch. For now, the burst of pain and jerk to his neck feels like reason to go harder. The moment he's recovered, he's back for more, swinging again. Relentless. Nobody ever respected a man who gave up quick.]

Fuckhead!

[counterstep]

( he doesn't bother with a response, more intent on subduing travis and cuffing him than letting him continue his rampage. while he doesn't need one, bucky does find himself missing the advantage of having a combat knife.

with his control centered, most blows are deflected, others dodged. growing up brawling with steve has its benefit here, and when he sees the opening he goes in for a sharp liver shot — it's with his left, being the side he must strike with, but he holds back as much strength as he can so as not to damage the organ from the impact of metal. if it lands, the guy might need a hefty breather before he can jump back up and swing some more, which is more than enough time to pin and cuff him. )

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[Yeah, that one's going to need a breather. Travis staggers away from the blow, knowing he's open, and well, that won't fucking do. Despite having the breath knocked out of him, Travis pushes through the pain, attempting to straighten up. Fists up, but forget it, he can't swing. Everything is pain!

But what pisses him off in this moment is that this guy probably isn't going to kill him. He's going to lose like a bitch and then have to think about it for the rest of his life. God, he never should have moved into the woods. Never should have quit.]

Holy... shit...

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( he doesn't particularly take pride in the act, the success of it, but he whips out his cuffs and snaps it to one of travis' wrists. )

You'd do yourself a service to not struggle. You wanna fight, fine, but this isn't the way.

( tugging by the wrist, he reaches around to grab the other arm, cuffing both wrists together behind travis' back. )

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[Travis yanks his other arm away, raising an elbow to strike at Bucky's face as he tries to turn. He can't make it easy, even if he feels like puking on the guy's shoes. Through gritted teeth, exhaling hard through his nose:]

Service this, asshole.

[His hands are currently occupied, but hey, you know what he means.]

[counterstep]

( thankfully, having a cuff on still makes it easy to manage distance. it's dodged and that's the opportunity bucky uses to properly pull his arm over and secure it. man, why they always gotta do things the hard way? )

Yeah, yeah, you're a badass. I get it.

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[Forever and always a badass. Travis tugs anyway, even when he's cuffed on both hands. It's that or giving in and puking, babyyy!]

Yeah, and the second these come off, it's round two!