Simmons Dorm

[simmons]

Simmons stands with a completely straight posture in front of a large mirror practicing his footing for his upcoming fencing compatiton. Simmons was the best with the Rapier in North America. As Simmons takes two steps forward a knock at the knock happens, causing him to trip. Simmons gets up and answers the door with a pissed off look on his face. As he answers the door he hears arguing from the other side.

Grif: No Donut for the last time I will not apply the ointment on your thigh.
Simmons: Oh my god, what in gods name are you two doing here.
Grif: I heard that you joined the North American Fencing tournament, we stoped by to see are you are.
Simmons: Well thanks, but I thought Sarge wouldn't allow you leave the base.
Grif: Simmons you forgot that I out rank Sarge. Any wayswhens your compatition.
Simmons: Next week.

Simmons welcomes both Grif and Donut in.

[simmons]

Grif and Donut walk into Simmons's room as they looked around their eyes are caught on the trophies that Simmons has won over the time he has quick the military. On top of all that they see many different types of swords, mainly thin and dilute to the point. (Mainly Rapiers and Foils.)
Simmons approaches Grif as he is still looking at the swords with amazement. So Grif, lets see if your still sharp enough to match me. Take your weapon. Grif turns around and replies back to Simmons with a voice of eagerness about. Alright Simmons. I have been dying to see how well you have improved. Grif turns back around and takes two Foils from the rack and hands one to Simmons and walks towards the door. Last on their kisses Sarges ass. Grif runs towards the yard with Simmons and Donut behind him.