Namesake [Kiah]

Sweats coats her body, her lean muscles, as she pulls back her arms once again before striking the bag in quick succession. Still not fast enough, she scolds herself as she steps away, throwing her gloves onto the ground. She was at her peak in terms of physical perforce, but she still felt like she lacked, and she hated it. It felt a lot like losing, and Octavia Hammerfell disposed losing.

Grabbing her water bottle she quickly removes the lid, tipping the cool liquid into her mouth greedily. A sigh of relief passes through her as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Refreshing. Chucking her bottle back down she moves to pick up her gloves when she in interrupted, "Looking for a sparring partner?"

She knew exactly who he was, Marcasite Obsidian, a candidate running for mayor, an ex career, and current trainer. She had made sure to know who he was, and the other one- Octavia Strauss, the one who shared her name. She couldn't help but think having of the numerous benefits she might revise from having befriended the mayor. Benefits that might help her run her little savage gang that little but more efficiently.

Lips pull back into a grin she place a hand on her hip, "sure you can keep up with me, old man?" She teases, "its Marcasite, right?"

To be fair, the guy wasn't that old. Scar was probably older, and she knew if she were to spar against him there would be a high chance of her failing. His lips pull back into a grin, lighting up his rather handsome face. She hadn't noticed at first glance, but the man was attractive. A rugged handsomeness about him that cause her grin to turn slightly flirtatious. Maybe this encounter could be more exciting than she first thought. She wouldn't mind getting up close and personal with a hunk such as himself. In fact, the ideal appealed to her,

He moves easily into the ring, taking a moment to prepare before signalling that he was ready. "I'll try not to go too hard on you, wouldn't want to bruise that pretty face before the election." Hands raised, protecting her face, she begins to move, dancing on the balls of her feet as she watches him closely. Quickly she strikes a fist out, aiming for his chin, but he blocks her easily, setting her off balance.

Maybe he might prove to be a challenge. Quickly she strikes out again, a quick punch blocked, but a swift kick lands, hitting his stomach hard. "You're not too bad." A compliment coming from her. She moves back a few steps, giving him some room. "So why have you come see me, Marcasite? Was it that you heard of my beauty and strength and had to come see it for yourself?"

"Could've been that," he responds, a smirk dancing on his lips. Pleased she smiles, predatory eyes watching his ever move, refusing to be caught by surprise. He follows up by mentioning that it would be good publicity for the public to see him. Then proceeds to throw his fist at her.

He moves fast for an old man. Fast than she expected, her movements to slow, his fist clipping her on the side of the chin. Groaning she rubs a tender hand along her jaw. "Must not be because of my beauty so much, seeing as you are trying to knock it down a few notches." Nursing her jaw a moment longer she gets back into position, looking for the perfect opening.

"So are you going to sell yourself to me, or do you think your good looks will do all the work for you?"