Fight Code

FC 12

“I need to borrow dads old training gear.” holding their cup from parched lips, they wait for me to explain.
    “I got two guys that need a challenge” Shrugging as I sip my coffee.
    “You really going to put them through dad’s training?” Leo asks.
    “Yes, I think they got what it takes to be great fighters. They just need a challenge” with another sip.
    “Well you need us to help?” Vick hums from my left.
    “That would be great” Nudging him with my shoulder. Looking around at my younger brothers out of the five, I frown.
    “Hey where’s Craig and Brad?”
    “Back forth sis” Erant pipes in. Nodding they probably are training.
    “Is Titan and Zeus with them?”
    “Yes” He answers again. Nodding I start for the outside, them trailing behind me.

An hour passes as we finish up the course in which the twins will have to complete. Dropping the last tire, as my older brother start our way.
    “Well look who decided to come to work” Chuckling at Brad and Craig.
    “Hey sis” They chirp hugging me. Craig giving me pleading eyes. Shaking my head, I’m not ready yet to talk yet about what happened. Specially not with the rest around.
    “So what’s going on?” Brad ask, as he’s out of the loop.
    “Training my guys, dad style” Winking.

    “Oh boy, bringing out the big guns?” Chuckling.
    “Yea I figured two days is long enough” All eyes are on me, as I get plenty of fly catchers.   
    “Sis your not even going to warm them up first?” Brad frowns.
    “They are warming up, I gave them a sheet at the gym to finish. If their smart they’ll do what I told them. If not well then oh well” Raising my hands up.
    “They wouldn’t happen to be twins would they?” Leo asks, looking over my shoulder.
    “Yes” Turning around. Smiling I see them coming. Walking like bad asses that they our. One foot coming out as the other keeps in line with his brothers steps. Owen in white shorts, while Van has yellow.

    “All done?” Stepping to them.
    “Yea” Looking over my shoulder at the small crowed.
    “Pay them no mind. This way” Turning around to head to the start of the course. Smiling at my brothers as they fold their arms, looking like a pack of thugs. Chuckling when I see Owen and Van giving them dirty looks right back.

Men are foolish…..

    “Okay so you’ll start here” Coming to a halt at the double row of large tires.
    “Please tell me your kidding?” Crossing his arms.
    “Owen, if you start with me I’ll hurt you” Poking his chest.
    “Like to see that” Hissing at me.
    “I’ll tell you want, I’ll make you a deal” Stuffing my hands into my back pockets.
    “I’m listening” Cocking his sexy head to the side, showing off a diamond stud earring.
    “If you do good, and don’t give me shit. I’ll let you watch me work out, while you sit around.” Winking.

    “Really?” Throwing his head back in a childish manor.
    “Yes, deal?” Sticking out my hand for him to shake it.
    “Deal” Taking my hand, pulling me to him. Leaning into my ear.
    “I’m so dying to see what you can do” Nipping my ear lob. Ignoring the shiver, cause my brothers are watching I relax myself.
    “Okay so well do a walk through, first that way you don’t get stumped.”
    “Cute” Scoffing at me.

The course is started with the tire run, with over ten tires for each leg. Then a ladder cross, where they have to run up two steps before running across a steel ladder, before running back down. A set of cones is lined up in a formation set for them to weave threw. Three broken down cars are set bumper to bumper with a five foot space. This is the fun part, they have to jump on the trunk run across the length of the car, jump off the hood and start all over again. Once they finish with those its onto the lifting. Two tires meant for a tractor are placed in spots.

    They can either lift the tire up completely or flip it over and over again till they reach the mark at the end. The last task is my fathers personal favorite. Five dummies are set up, you have to punch two of them out, one for each hand. The remaining three have to be at least a kick each, leaving the last one to be whatever you please. But you have to knock all of them over, or break them whatever comes first.