Eyes watched every movement that was made by the other woman. There were going to be no surprises if she could help it. Kel didn’t know who the fuck this chick was, but she wasn’t going to let shit go down, she’d rip the bitch limb from limb and then go get the mop bucket if she needed to. Rolling shoulders back Kel settled down a little though anger was still bubbling inside of the baby dark slayer. Something annoyed her about this; even though she was ready to bust a fucking vein this chick wasn’t giving her anything to feed off of, nothing to really get her all worked up and pissed off at, which was aggravating in all its own way. With nothing provoking her, there was no reason for attack.
Shifting the slayer grumbled to her self before turning back around again and looking at the wooden training dummy with it’s splintered body. “Guess you were.” Muttered the slayer before releasing a kick into the center of the dummy’s body. Why the fuck was a random person offering to talk to her? It had to be a trick, the chick had to want something. But what could someone that just met her want? Maybe the chick knew stuff about her all ready? How would that be possible though? Another low growl was given before a backhanded blow exploded another one of the dummy’s arms. This type of training really fucking sucked, there was no reaction other then pieces of wood being shed all over the floor but there really wasn’t anyone else she could spar with. No one that could put up a decent fight, sure there were plenty of others she could toy with but no real challenges and the challenges would all beat her ass. Maybe going out tonight and seeing what she could get her self into would be her best bet.
Growling at the thoughts swimming around her in her the slayer went off on the training dummy again. More cracking came from the training implement as it continued to take the beating the tough girl imposed on it. Steady the implement started breaking down in larger and larger chunks. Finally a spinning backfist caused a large cracking noise, separating the final arm from the wood and the jagged remaining edge gashed open the arm that had swung through the wood. Releasing a noise which combined a loud growl and a whimper of pain the slayer quickly stepped back, babying the arm, trying to see just what had happened. Blood began to steadily slide down her arm as she examined the fresh wound. “Fuck.” Was the only word to slip out of the slayers mouth as she began pulling splinters out with free hand.