[Fighting just to fight - sparring - wasn't something Bourne had done much of, that he could remember. He'd had to have done it for training, but since waking up on the fishing boat, the only times he'd fought had been when his life was on the line. The lack of mortal peril this time actually made the exercise...enjoyable.
Slade looked like he was feeling the exertion, and Bourne was beginning to tire as well. Less tiring than running half the length of Tangiers, but getting in a fight with a fellow professional just to keep in shape wasn't exactly a Sunday stroll.
When they finally paused (or more likely stopped), he noticed the inmate's look. Wary - well, that was to be expected, even if it was just practice. Bourne's own stance was still guarded, despite the silent truce. And there was also a little bit of...something like respect? That was new in an inmate of his. So he'd proven himself - and he respected the hell out of Slade. Bourne wasn't cocky, but he knew he was good - and Slade, at his own age, had probably been better if he was this good now.]
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Date: 2010-08-05 04:16 am (UTC)Slade looked like he was feeling the exertion, and Bourne was beginning to tire as well. Less tiring than running half the length of Tangiers, but getting in a fight with a fellow professional just to keep in shape wasn't exactly a Sunday stroll.
When they finally paused (or more likely stopped), he noticed the inmate's look. Wary - well, that was to be expected, even if it was just practice. Bourne's own stance was still guarded, despite the silent truce. And there was also a little bit of...something like respect? That was new in an inmate of his. So he'd proven himself - and he respected the hell out of Slade. Bourne wasn't cocky, but he knew he was good - and Slade, at his own age, had probably been better if he was this good now.]