Not Such A Speedy Recovery (Open To All)

Kira would let out a yelp when he was punched in the face. Not like he actually needed anymore bruises there anyway. "I am sorry, i don't know what overcame me. I guess i haven't had hung around with someone as good looking as you for this long" The excuse was true but it sounded like it was something cheesy from a romance film.

She groaned, rubbing her head, irritated - she'd hoped that incident like this would have stopped in high school. She should be so lucky. "Look. You're sweet. But you're not my type, okay?" She stared at him hard, hoping he would get the point. "Really. Not. My Type. Get me?"

"Yeah, yeah, i get it. Story of my life" He sighed and then chuckled "one more punch to give back to you when we meet in the ring again. I know its stupid, i mean how would i stand a chance against well... A nearly undefeated boxer who fought in the Olympics? Still goals are nice... And its a learning experience. If i could narrowly lose to you, then maybe i could you know.... Beat someone lower down i guess? If i could marginally lose to you then i should be able to kick your brothers ass" he let out a small chuckle then groaned as the pain in his cheeks flared up.

"Eh, maybe." Her brother was taller than Kira, but not by a whole lot, and while Army was a good fighter in his own right, he was prone to making the occasional stupid mistake. "Though I wouldn't bank on the whole 'just because X can beat Y, that means I can go up against X and win' idea. That line of reasoning rarely works out well."