Old, Unhappy, Far-Off Things

Ro didn’t need to be back in that moment. Her body may have aged a little bit—and even that she hid well—but her mind and soul were still back in that crazy care free time. One might suppose that made Ro a bit of a relic from the past, but right now she didn’t care about that.

Ro smirked as Army let out a curse. “Aww, getting slow, old ma—ACK!” Ro’s eyes went cross as Army hit her back, slamming her right on her forehead. Ro’s head rolled a bit on her shoulders before her vision went straight again and a smirk spread on her lips.

“Ooooh, I’ve missed this.” With that, Ro went on the attack in earnest now. She brought her fists up and fired two jabs at Army’s pecs to keep his guard on his upper body. Then she pivoted, trying to switch things up with a push kick designed to send Army’s back against the hard and hot wood wall right next to the coals.

Never one for subtlety, Ro was. Army had faced many women since the two of them parted, and while she was hardly the only one who’d ever beaten him or given him a good time or been intimate, none were quite the same as Ro. When she got fired up, she was a beast, a wild animal, and taking her on was primal, like two animals fighting in the field.

She was insane, she was fierce, and if early indications were anything to go by, she hadn’t gotten any less so since they’d parted ways. Army brought his arms up for defense as soon as possible, and that turned out to be exactly the right move.

Two jabs sliced into his guard, but his training made them all too easy to take, not budging him a bit. The kick was a bit different, though. That had more than enough force to send him back a few steps, slamming into the wall and making the room shudder. It wasn’t enough to break his stride, though, and he was quick to bounce back, coming back her way a heartbeat later.

Closing in, he moved to her side and brought his arm out, swinging it hard towards her head, looking to take her down with a lariat.

Army had NOT been slacking in the years Ro had been stateside. If anything, his guard may have been even harder to get past than she remembered. Her two jabs were meant to test that, and he certainly proved it. However, Ro’s legs were always a deadly weapon, and she managed to land her kick and send the big, naked wrestler back against the wall.

Ro smirked and rushed to try to splash Army into the wall—but that was a terrible mistake! She let her enthusiasm for the fight get ahead of her, and before she knew it, Army was rushing her! The two collided in the center of the sauna, and Ro let out a yelp as his arm smashed into her neck and bare chest!

The sound of flesh slapping the hard wooden floor filled the sauna as Ro landed on her but, arching her back. Gasping, Ro quickly tried to roll away, knowing that Army was no one to be trifled with and soon he’d be on her if she stayed in this vulnerable position!

Down she went.

With anyone else, Army might’ve been concerned - he wouldn’t have stopped entirely, but he’d give his opponent a quick check, making sure his blow and the crash hadn’t knocked them right the fuck out. That was never a problem with Ro, though - this was, without a question, one of the toughest women he’d come across. She was a horny She-Hulk, getting strong the hotter she became, and it was no surprise when he saw her trying to roll away so fast.

He wasn’t about to let it happen, though. Wanting to take her down fast and get in some big damage, Army leaped her way with her arm raised, looking to drop on her chest, face, neck, whatever, with a wild elbow drop. That was the trick, here, keeping up the pressure. The moment he gave Ro an opening was the moment this fight turned around.

It was probably good that Army hadn’t paused to check up on her—Ro would have been insulted, and she’d have used the opportunity to reverse. Instead, Army wisely rushed her. Ro had managed to get towards the doorway of the sauna. However, before she could stand, Army leaped onto her!

“AGHHH!” Army’s elbow hit Ro right in her ample right tit. It gave excellent cushioning for Army’s elbow, and it sent pain radiating through Ro’s body. Gasping, Ro collapsed backwards against the ground, arching her back and holding her right tit. “Ngh…the fuck your arms so bony for?” She grumbled as she tried to kick him off, but it took her a second as the elbow drop had given her pause.

Of course his elbow landed on her tit - it wasn’t where he was aiming, but, as he recalled, it was always a difficult target to miss. When it came to Ro, Army always wound up gravitating to her chest, sooner or later. Just the way things were.

It hurt her. It gave him an opening. A big one, too, and not one that he was about to waste. Ro could see it coming, tried to fight him off by lashing out, kicking his way from the floor. Valiant effort, but would it work? No.

”You never complained before.” Her threw that taunt as he reached to grab her, wrapping both hands around the ankle to catch it before it could make contact. Gripping it tight, he swung about, lifted her up, and attempted to throw her hard into the nearest wall, full speed and power.

...damn, should’ve locked the door to avoid prying eyes. Oh, well.

Ro grunted as she tried to kick Army off of her, but he was too quick. Before Ro knew it, Army had gotten up and grabbed her ankle. “HEY! LEGGO MY FOOT! I NEED THAT FOR KICKING YOU IN THE DICK!” Ro yelped out as she tried to kick her foot out, but there was no escaping it. All Ro could do was get her arms up to try and shield her from the harsh blow. The red headed fighter was up off the ground and flying into the wall hard, slamming into the wood and making her yell out as pain reverberated up and down her arm, but she had managed to avoid hitting her head into the wood.

Ro slid down the wall, landing right near the door to the main locker room. She grunted as she got onto her knees, racing to try and get up and find a way to regain her momentum. Fortunately for her, they had not locked the doors. Locking the doors may have prevented prying eyes, but it also would have left the locker room and gym closed to their shenanigans. Before Army could catch her up, Ro managed to roll out the door, flashing her bare ass towards Army as she did.

Ro grumbled to herself as she scrambled to get to her feet. Ro didn’t normally run from an opponent, but right now her best chance was an ambush. She disappeared into the rows of lockers, letting out a snicker which echoed through the locker room but didn’t betray her location. “Come and find me, stud.” Ro laughed, preparing an ambush to regain some initiative.

Army could probably make a solid top ten list of places to fuck in, and if he did, locker rooms would be nowhere on it. Damp, smelly, and they often smelled like an overworked gym class. Hard, cold tile floor, sterile lockers, and an unpleasant echo.

The AFW’s were set up better than most he’d ever been to, though, he had to concede that, with the janitorial staff doing a good job. Not too slippery on the floor, not much rust about, and you didn’t have to inhale much gym sock with each breath. For the purposes of the moment, though, he was more concerned with the lighting. Or the lack of it.

It had this dim, moody glow to it, one that covered Ro well as she took off and broke into a retreat. He was so surprised that she even tried that, the sight took him off guard - she’d always been more focused on the offensive side, rarely met a punch she wouldn’t take. Yet, here she was disappearing into the gloom.

Army took after her with cautious steps, trying to get a bead on her as he weaved through the locker room. The acoustics made it hard, her voice bouncing all about before it reached his ears in full. Ro was such a physical threat, it could be easy to forget how crazy she could be, too.

It was true, Ro WAS the kind of person to stand her ground. But Ro also had this devilish trickster element to her, and when she ended up near the exit the idea of changing up the scenery seemed too got to pass up. They could always come back to the sauna to fuck later, when she was done kicking his sexy, muscular ass. Besides, she needed a breather or she might have ended up under his ass instead of kicking it.

Ro carefully crept around, her bare feet very softly pressing on the cold floor as she tried her best not to make a noise. Spying Army stepping cautiously into a row of lockers, Ro tried to turn the corner hide in the next row. Her plan was to wait for him to step out, then jump out from her hiding spot to ambush him.

As she waited, she spied a towel that had been left on one of the benches. It looked clean, neatly folded. Grinning, she held her breath, waiting for Army—then, when he appeared, she tried to jump and throw the towel over his head and around his neck, squeezing tight and trying to twist her body to bash his head into the side of the lockers!

”One way or another...I’m-a find you…”

Army had his fair share of skills, practical and otherwise, but singing would never be among them, and it didn’t help that this wasn’t really all that good of a song to begin with. Still, it gave him something to hum as he stayed low and quiet, doing his best Solid Snake impression. The trouble, though, was that Solid Snake was never big, naked, and fighting a horny redhead wrecking machine. So it wasn’t the perfect comparison.

Ro managed to get the jump on him, defying his attempts to lock her down before it was too late. He saw her coming out of the corner of his eye, and it was already over, her towel wrapping tight around neck, making a decent garrotte. That was bad enough, but it was only the setup for the real problem, as she dropped down and slammed his head against the locker, leaving him seeing stars.

His world flashed white and his knees buckled, bringing him down to his knees. He had the strength to struggle, wildly pulling at the towel in a mad effort to get free, but he wasn’t able to do much more than that.