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.
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.
Emma was a very fast learner, making small, minor adjustments each time she got tagged, and she tagged in return. Her eyes shone with the challenge of it, her body hummed with the physical assertion she hadn’t had in some time.. she really needed to find something like this to keep herself fit.
Finally, after some time, she called a stop, taking a deep breath as she laughed breathlessly, “This is so much fun,” she laughed again, wiping at the sweat on her brow.
Syx rolled his shoulders and stretched after tossing his foil toward a brain bot who caught it and started playing with it, “Oh very much so!”
Minion wandered out to their sparring area with a plate of chilled lemonade, “I thought you might need something to cool down, Sir,” the fish smiled brightly flashing his sharp teeth from his tank in the large robotic gorilla suit.
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