Stretching her arms out behind her for a moment the baby dark slayer then pulled them in, flexing the muscles carefully before letting out a short exchange of punches, forearm blocks and even a spinning back fist on the training dummy. A loud crack rang through the training area as splitters shattered from the dummy, scattering around her feet. Growling a strong knee was brought up into the dummy’s side, around a couple of the arms which allowed another thundering of wood cracking to ring through the room. Slowly settling back from attack position a low noise was given in response to the training comment. Swinging a palm thrust around one of the ‘arms’ of the training dummy shattered into splinters with ease. Between going at it with Faith and all the work she’d been doing at night her skills really were getting a lot better. Though her started brawling style was obviously getting her a lot more hurt then other ways would. Maybe a little refining could use to be done on her fighting skills?
Hearing the question through her own firey and violent thoughts caused muscles to tense. Just because she had to play nice didn’t mean she had to spill her guts to any tom, dick and harry that walked by, did it? Last thing she remembered that wasn’t on the rules sheet. Thoughts fluttered around in the dark slayers mind, what should she say to this chick? ‘Maybe I should ask her if she thinks being gay’s wrong. Someone’s gotta have the answers around here.’ Letting out a noise between a growl and a sigh the slayer turned to look at the other woman again, examining her once more. ‘Thin, redhead, pale skin, green eyes.’ One by one the physical features of the woman were burned instantly into the slayers photographic memory. Every physical feature of everyone she had run into remained etched thoroughly in her mind, since sometimes even the littlest detail could give the biggest clue when something was up.
“What makes you want to know?” The words were said as emotionlessly as possible with eyes remaining dark as she spoke.