Gunner looked down at Anna as she took tending to him. He smirked, "Well, now I'm just going to look stupid."

He fell back onto the bench as she ordered him to and groaned a little, "Don't bruise my ego further," He winced, inhaling sharply as she pour peroxide into the wound. His hands gripped the bench. It was surprising, how much pain he could put himself through and work through but the moment you sat him down to deal with those injuries were when he seemed to react the most to them. He nodded his head when she said he wouldn't have to go to the infirmary, "Good, no one has to know."

He kept watching her as she started to bandage him up. He couldn't help but smile a little. However, the words she spoke next caused that smile to wither away. Forget about the kiss? He didn't want to... That kiss had been... he didn't even know how to explain it and he surely didn't want to forget about it. When she mentioned the admirer, he kind of stopped listening to what she was saying. Did he like this admirer? Did she like him more? Was that why she was telling him to forget about it? Because she wanted to pursue this guy over him. He felt like he'd just been stabbed in the heart. He was pulled out of his head when she punched him in the arm telling him to get up. He put on his stoic face, not wanting betray what he was actually feeling. He walked over to his dummy stake in hand and stabbed it straight into the heart. It went in easily as though it was a plush toy rather than a state of the art model of a human.

He walked to the change rooms and changed into his pair of pants that was still intact. He sat on the bench and put his head on his hands. Class would be over soon enough and he decided he destroyed enough of the training dummies.