SOMEONE SPAR HER!

[chaotic_villian]

WHO: Callisto & OPEN!
WHERE: The gymnasium.
WHAT: Callisto is venting frustration.

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[dreaming_dex]

It was time to vent some frustration. It was not long before Callisto arrived that Dexter had slipped quietly into the gym. He eyed the strange set up of logs and buckets, raising an eyebrow with an inward 'what the hell?' before simply shaking his head, and deciding to move onto the equipment he was little more familiar with

[chaotic_villian]

Now if Callisto could only give into such a charming grin; luckily for her, she managed to push down all those lust driven urges to act coy, and cute to instead tugged on a cruel, and rather maniacal smirk. "Mmm, I would say the same about you... however... you don't."

Instantly the woman took to the air, a round house kick sent the bucket flying his way aimed straight for his head. Landing on the second log in a rather feline-esque pose. One leg held out to the side perfectly balancing her right foot which was placed flat on the top of the log. Nails dug into the edge of the log as those hazel brow eyes watched the man in the center of the ring.

A rather obnoxious and almost childish giggle washed over her lips, as deceptively angelic features caught the dim light in the gymnasium and threw a shadow over her gaze. If she wasn't laughing her poise might make her look like a statue, one of those classic Roman figures, adorned in leather skirts and metal.

[dreaming_dex]

Dexter shrugged lightly, clearly not at all bothered by Callisto's little gab. He had spent all his life trying not to look as brutal as he truely was, so in a way what Callisto said had been s great compliment. "Looks can be deceiving," he said with a tiny grin, something in his expression briefly predatory.

If Dexter had been a normal human being, a random bucket flying towards his head would have startled him; but he was not, so it did not. He knocked the flying item from the air with a swift, brutal swing of his fist; certainly a strike to perfect and practiced for the lab rat Dexter claimed to be. He did not look shocked in the least; in fact, he almost looked bored.

Buckets; bah, boring.

"Impressive balance, too," he said in an identical grin, and an identical charming tone, watching Callisto where she perched. He could sense she was dangerous, but showed no outward worry... In fact what felt inwardly was little sparks of interest.

[chaotic_villian]

A brow arched as she watched the bucket get smacked away with such precision and stealth. Giggling, and without warning, she placed her hands flat on the log as legs went kicking above her head cartwheeling off the top of the log, it was almost like she was weightless. The strength displayed with her movements, and the agility, was it possible she was even human? Regardless, the moment she was in the air, body twisted to land on the very edge of the log and kick the third bucket into the air. Instead of aimed for Dexter's head it shot higher into the air to hit the chain that held the punching bag. And angle and the speed it was short shattering the wood and left the metal rungs spinning - much like the chakram that Xena has - towards the chains. Severing them with a slight spark and sending the punching bag crashing down to center ring