It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.

[duchess_archer]

Who: Sterling Archer and Kat S-320
What: Archer following up on an apparent challenge -- sparring, verbal and physical.
When: Today
Where: The gym
Rating: R, I think. For now?

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[inmylight_comdr]

Kat was indeed large, at 6'9" and nearly three hundred pounds of augmented bone and muscle, she was very nearly a tank just by herself.

And it was just by herself that she arrived at the gym, having left her armor back in the Tardis. She was a little wary, pretty much convinced that nothing there could offer her any sort of release (flipping a tank was no big thing to her, a normal set of weights would be a joke), but her frustrations at the castle had been building with some recent and serious repercussions; she had to find some way of working through them before she consumed her

[duchess_archer]

"It's a garment with extreme tactical potential," he tosses off casually. "In fact. I call it the tactalneck."

He turns around, flashing a smile, before raising his eyebrows and whistling softly. "You weren't kidding about being a lot to handle, were you," he says with a raised eyebrow.

He's seen bigger, but maybe not bigger female. Not exactly his usual type, but there was definitely something curiosity-wise.

"Disguise. Flexibility. I could be anywhere right now. If it were dark, anyway."

[inmylight_comdr]

"A tactalneck." She just sort of stares blankly at him for a moment, before tilting her head and smiling at his next comment. "There's a reason I don't normally spar with regular people. Even a Helljumper would have a hard time with a Spartan."

She walks in and pulls her towel off to drape it over a benchpress. "Too bad it's dark. Even then, you'd have trouble hiding from me. When I was twelve I was given physical augmentations; keener eyesight, keener hearing, on top of what you can already see."

[duchess_archer]

"Jesus, you guys don't slack on the dramatic naming, do you?" He shrugs nonchalantly. "I save names like 'Helljumper' for long-range missiles. And/or prostitutes to avoid."

He raises an eyebrow. "Funny. I always thought women only got, uh, augmentations like that after they turned, like, eighteen." Hard to tell whether or not he's being intentionally oblivious or not.