" Training on your own only helps to a certain amount." Aramis said as he walked up towards D'artagnan, who was hitting a punch bag inside the crowded gym. All the recruits had been dismissed and told that they must train hard. So around fifteen of them were currently in the gym.

" Oh really?" D'artagnan said as she sent another punch into the heavy bag.

" Yeah, I need to release some anger so why don't we spar?" He asked her as she laughed at his and stopped hitting the punch bag. Her arms dropped to her side as she looked to him with sweat dripping down her face. Her skin was glistening on her chest which caused Aramis's eye to stare. 

"Fine. See you in the hall in fifteen." D'artagnan said as she walked up to him and punched him in the stomach hard. He bent down with a breathless groan of pain. "Not a good idea to be distracted by my chest." 

" Got it." He groaned breathlessly as D'artagnan stepped aside allowing him to fall to the floor on his side. She walked away from him, purposely swinging her hips more to torment him. She knew Aramis has always wanted her, but she would never mix pleasure with work. But teasing him was a lot more fun than she expected.

She walked into the locker room and opened her locker to pull out her towel and a water bottle. She wrapped the soft white material around her neck and sat on the wooden bench. She opened the water bottle with her teeth and instantly drank half the bottle before sighing heavily. She place her elbows onto her knees and dipped her head down. Her mind went back to her old life. Before being recruited into this group, The Modern Day Musketeers. Or MDM for short. How she had too leave her old life, leaving her family behind. 

Shaking her mind free of those thoughts she stood up and wiped her face and chest before throwing the towel and water bottle into the locker and closing it once again. She walked out of the locker room and into the small room with the one-way mirror and then out into the hall. In the center of the room, on the mats. Aramis stood smiling looking around at the many bodies. 

" I guess some of the recruits heard of our arrangement and told the others." He said once he caught sight of D'artagnan. He put his arms out looking around. "I guess, now we have an audience!" He cheered out.

" Not only did it reach the recruits." Athos said as he and Porthos stepped into the hall through the main door. Athos wore a baggy grey shirt with a low dipped neckline and a pair of black skinny jeans. Porthos was dressed in his usual classy style with a crisp white formal button up shirt and dark grey dress trousers with shiny shoes. 

" You never thought about inviting us?" Porthos asked with his hands tucked into his trouser pockets. " That hurts." he told him taking one hand out and placing it on his chest.

" This was never meant to be a 'fight'. It was only meant to be a spar!" D'artagnan said with a groan.

" Well, no matter now. We must entertain our guests!" Aramis said with a chuckle. D'artagnan was suspicious of him, she is beginning to believe that he done this purposely.

" Fine," She said "But! If I win I want you to take four of my recruits training classes."

" Deal, and if I win. I get you for a day, no questions asked." He smirked to her as she nodded to agree.

"Deal." She said before Athos walked up to them both. 

"You both know the rules. First one to knock out or tap out." He said too them, "and try not to kill each other." He added as he stepped back. 

" Shake hands." Athos commanded and they complied. Aramis smiled to her with a cheeky, cocking side grin.

" May the best man win." He chuckled to her.

" I guess that won't be you then?" D'artagnan said back and turned around walked back to her spot, swinging her hips. She knew the easiest way to distract this man was with her body. 

"Ready!" Athos called out looking to them both, who nodded to him. "Fight!"

Aramis changed and his demeanor became serious and ready. D'artagnan watched him closely, she watched for any sign that he might make a move. This was not like fighting recruits who had no training. No, Aramis is just as skilled as she is. 

It was almost unnoticeable, but there was a slight shift is his posture before he rushed towards her. He swung his right fist towards her face first. She quickly dodged this and then dodged his left hook immediately afterwards. He continued to rapidly send punches and kicks towards her, giving her no opening or time to attack him. She was constantly watching his every movement, his every punch and kick for an opening. She would block and dodge. Even sometime jump and roll out of the way. 

It was not long before D'artagnan saw her opening and sent her first punch towards his stomach then quickly followed by a round house kick to his face. This sent him flying down to the ground, where he pushed off and swung his leg to swipe away D'artagnan's. She jumped up, avoiding his swipe, and flipped herself backwards away from him. She stood up straight at the same time as Aramis.

" You're getting sloppy." He said with a smirk on his lips.

"No, I'm just getting started." She yelled and she ran and jumped at him, bringing down her fist heavy. Aramis blocked this and then blocked her next few hit. He sent one of his own back, landing on her right cheek. It took half a second before D'artagnan regain herself and front kicked his stomach before combined with a round house kick again. Aramis followed by grabbing her next punch and twisting her arm around and then wrapping his arms around her neck and head. He pushed her down onto her knees and squeezed tightly around her neck. 

" Give up." Aramis said to her as she struggled for a breath. She had to think fast to get herself out of this. She mumbled something that at first Aramis could not hear. So he dipped his head down slights. "Huh?" 

" Bite... Me..." Was all she said as she swung her fist upwards as smashed his nose, making him let go of her. She fell onto her hands and pulled in a deep breath before standing up quickly to look at Aramis. his lower face was now covered with blood as his nose bleed quickly.

" God damn it!" He yelled and D'artagnan rushed to him as his back now faced her, she jumped up. She wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled him down to the ground. She lay on her side now as her legs squeezed her neck tightly.

" Give up." She told him.

" Nope." He said before twisting his lower body and kicking her back, making her loosen her legs slight, just enough for him to break free. They stood up and faced each other huffing and puffing as they had now been fighting each other for around twenty minute. Aramis reached up and wiped away his bloody nose and mouth.

"Let's end this now." He told her as D'artagnan nodded in agreement. They both ran at each other with their last moves. Both a punch. Aramis landed his to D'artagnan's upper stomach while D'artagnan landed her to his face once again. Aramis was pushed back and he landed heavily on his back as D'artagnan collapsed to her knees and one hand while her right hand clutched her stomach. She coughed, bringing up some blood due to the force of the hit. She looked up to see Porthos walk over to Aramis who lay on the ground, not moving. 

" He's down." He said to Athos.

" The winner is D'artagnan." Athos called, there was a few cheers but many groans as she saw people handing over money, which she could only guess where from bets on the fight. D'artagnan stood up and groan in pain, only to fall down to the ground. Athos walked over to her and shook his head.

" Damn, the bastard hit me good." She groan breathlessly before passing out as well.