If Skye ever heard anyone describe him as beastly, he'd probably laugh for days. He would think it hilarious, considering he was probably the nicest person on the island. Hell, he didn't even have a nifty power like most of them, well, other than the fact that he could pick himself up no matter what happened to him.
But he could fight, he was pretty good with the hand to hand stuff, and further more he liked it. It was fun, and training was even better just because he didn't usually end up scraping pieces of himself off the floor then. It was always more relaxing.
He just shrugged a little and flashed a smile. "I want to play, but you don't have to be careful with me," he was offering when Nox made that offer, derailing his train of thought. Always easily distracted Skye fell for the ploy, wondering and wasn't unsure of what they should bet.
The distraction might be why he moved on autopilot as Nox threw the first punch, and just like in the arena instead of avoiding it Skye stepped into his fist, hoping to use the momentum to his advantage. It was a good solid hit and he felt his lip split, blood running down his chin as he continue moving forward light on his feet as he caught that hand before Nox could draw it back. A good hold on his wrist and elbow, he kept Nox moving toward him, giving him a good swing as he tries to flip him on his back.