Private You Gotta Hit Them First

[Sasmay Cull]

Dexter Zytros

Sasmay held onto the punching bag, breathing after the routine that she had poorly constructed after years of slave fighting wore her thin. There was always ship board fighting when there were slaves involved, the owners getting some stupid giddy laughs off as their chosen prey stepped in to have at each other. The loser generally got left on the planet they had been unloading on that day. Whether it was a harsh sand filled planet with dry air, or a backwater planet with swamps and creatures that tried to eat you soon as you stepped foot off the ramp. The loser got dropped. Silently thinking how many times she had pushed someone down that ramp made her think on what she had seen of Scherezade in a fight.

The woman flowed and danced, dodging or daintily flitting out of the way of fire and other attacks mid fight. She took a glance at herself, body showing clear signs of heavy labor that would likely never be as fluid or graceful as their leader. But that didn't mean she still didn't feel that envy. Fiddling with the wrapping that protected her knuckles and wrists, she stepped away from the punching bag in the gym. Being in the arena area, she listened to others doing their own workouts. Some cycling, some lifting weights, others running, or paired up and sparring hand to hand.

Sitting on the mat opposite the bag, she drank from the water bottle she had with her and dabbing at her skin with the towel. She sat quietly for a long moment, arms atop her knees while she sat with her head hung. Old fights of her and other slave children running through her head as she smirked. They hadn't been as strong. Hadn't hit as hard. She was here though, just had to get better. Sasmay looked at the bag once more, reminding herself she wasn't fighting uneducated slave kids that learned hard and fast how to hit and hurt others. These people were trained, ruthless possibly because they had something to go home to.

Or they were just insane. Which was entirely possible. It was a big universe after all. Lots of potential crazy just wandering about the stars with each person that flew through them.

 

[Dexter Zytros]

Dexter was in one of the groups sparing, he and a taller block of a man were going at it.
Both had a blade and they seemed to orbit each other, firing out attacks, cuts, swipes and stabs that disappeared into new attacks.
The block seemed to be trying to use his brute strength and size against Dexter. Dexter was slim and nimble enough to simply dodge him, and on few occasions he did so.... but the majority of Dexter's retaliation was throwing this brick on his back side and dealing out stabs between the ribs, thighs and neck. Had they not been wearing their training armor the Brick would have been killed in the first hit, instead his armor had red glowing marks showing where Dexter had struck him.
When Dexter had enough he used the Brick's weight against him on his last attack and brought him into a strangle hold.
"I'm bored now.... work on this for next time.... I don't wanna fight a ladybird next time." He'd say before letting go referencing that the mans suit was black with several bright red splodges over it now, While Dexter's suit was still black.

Dripping with sweat, Dexter would peel back the padded armor from his chest, tying it off around his waist as he would put his towel around his neck and drink from a metal canister.... it certainly wasn't water. His body was covered in deep scars that riddled his torso, his right arm connected by a joint implant in his shoulder and a flexible dense mesh was in-bedded in the flesh of his left pectoral to guard over his heart. His journey unlike Sasmay's as Dexter never experienced slavery, but it was clear that his body had endured serious abuse.
Speaking of Sasmay his eyes would fall on her as he took his rest. He had seen her training while he was fighting, and in all honesty with how hard she punched he was surprised there wasn't a giant hole through the bag.
Still she was training with a punchbag..... tisk tisk....

Dexter would dump his towel down on his bag, along with his flask.
He'd walk over to Sasmay, a half smile on his face as he looked her over.
"Heya lovely..... looking good out there, only.... Ya ever thought about having a sparing partner.... fighting a none moving object is all fine for strength but.... it only in grains your errors... you muck up fighting some else, a swift fist to the face will put you right...." He would say with a smile, pulling both hands behind his head as he let his burning lungs fill with air after his match. "I can help you if ya like, Love. I'm pretty good at taking a beating..." He would say humorously as it was clear he had in the past, if she had seen his fight, that wasn't so much the case now....

Sasmay Cull

 

[Sasmay Cull]

Dexter Zytros

She heard him approach, but didn't stand right away. Her muscles ached, and he had just finished his own exercise by the look of him. She did hold her gaze over his chest though, questions cropping up that would likely end up with her exasperated and or flustered. "You too." Eyes meeting his as he continued to speak. Her head tilted a bit before sliding to the side and standing with a small sigh. "And yes, I have. Just, didn't know how to ask. Hey, mind if we beat the snot out of each other?" She laughed a little shaking her head. "Most of my ships crew doesn't like sparring with me anymore. All of us are dirty fighters, not as...trained as everyone else is."

She stretched her arms, looking at the bag before looking back to Dexter. He was certainly smaller than most of the people she had knocked out, but he, like their leader seemed fairly adept at the butterfly part of float like a butterfly - sting like a bee. Especially given the little bit of his sparring she had seen. "If you want to, I'd appreciate the partner. Anything you want to start with first?" She would give him first choice on what they should do since he was being nice and offering to take her attention, a small smile appearing at the thought of practicing with someone.