Nathan stood away from the other groups, watching the spar with mild disinterest. He would see areas where Angela could have taken Clint, or vice versa. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his legs slightly spread apart. The black shirt he wore was fitted against his form as well as his dark blue jeans. Angela finally took Clint down with ease it seemed, and was congratulated by the other recruits. Nathan simply stood his ground, his eyes focusing on the woman entering the room. Ray hopped over the railing and told the recruits there was going to be a race today, to pick their partners. Nathan and Clint were normally always partners, and that's how things went this time. Nathan's eyes shifted in Clint's direction, then back at Ray. He uncrossed his arms and readied himself for the race ahead of them, until Rook came in. There was a small girl behind him who carried herself like the most confident woman in the world. Rook explained to them that they were to treat her as any other recruit, or answer to him. Nathan knew that he would make a terrible instructor or teacher, but he knew that Clint would make an excellent one. He was friendly, loved to joke, and was always nice. Nathan was the opposite. The other groups of two muttered amongst themselves, no one really wanting someone new on their team. Nathan rolled his eyes and held his arm up.
"Come over here Anya."
Nathan had no problem having an extra person, so long as she kept up.
Scarlet was alone in a seperate training room. She had her hair braided behind her, and it swayed each time she threw a punch or twisted her body. Her tight gray shirt had dark spots from her sweat, and her skin glistened with it. Scarlet wore tight black shorts to allow easy movement of her legs. Her feet were bare, and on her hands were fist guards. She was beating a punching bag for everything it was worth. Scarlet was fast, but there was always room to improve, and thats what she was doing. She had just graduated from being a recruit, and she was stoked. Slowly but surely she was moving up. Scarlet kicked and jabbed the bag with precise and quick movements. Her face was expressionless and her jaw was set. She strived to please the higher ups, and thats exactly what she would do.