The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered.
As she neared him Syx brought his fencing foil up and tagged her in the shoulder, “Ha!” he shook his head brushing off the blow, “You don’t hit half as hard as Two-Tooth,” he told her, sidestepping and trying to avoid that look in her eye, “Hit me with a rusty chain and I might care.”
The villain had mastered the prison yard early in his career before they stuck him in solitary. Being tiny and slight of frame he’d taken it upon himself to pick fights with the largest men in the yard and learn to kick their asses soundly.
Emma balked, her demeanour changing to one of mischievous intent. “Oh you little shit,” She grinned, dancing away and bending to grab the foil up where she had dropped it. “You act as if I know who Two-Tooth is,” She stuck her tongue out, not bothering with the face cover this time as she moved for him again, concentrating on what he had taught her so far
Syx took a ready stance, he’d already been sans helmet since they wouldn’t fit over his head. He laughed heartily, “One of the men I knew from prison, a friend of my Uncle Tony, he had a mean right hook. Especially if you nicked his cigarettes.”
Grinning he waited for her to be in place before lunging forward with a quick jab. Each bout only lasted a few thrusts and jabs before someone got tagged by the flexible blade.
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