yeah, she's seen her around, but they're like ships passing in the night. this one had popped up shortly after hoenn had really gone to shit. and parker's watched her since. girl can certainly hold her own, though she's fairly certain she's never tried her hand at KING WAYLAND . 

parker throws another couple punches at the bag. lips parted, breath coming out in rasps, and music still blaring in her ears, she doesn't hear what the blonde says to her. but she gets the gist, what with that smile on her face and the way her fingers curl. unfortunately for her, parker's got a thing for girls like her.

"sorry, sweetheart. i don't throw punches at girls with pretty faces." though she does, at least, give her a courtesy by taking one of her earbuds out. 

skyler dross

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ah, struck a nerve there, did she? she runs her tongue along her teeth, tastes metal and salt and a little bit of phlegm. skyler's looking her up and down and she's pretty fuckin' sure the dame is taken, but people aren't themselves all the way down here. they turn into monsters when the sun has set, bristling with claws and rage and all the ugly little things that seem so out of place in the sun. 

she reaches down to the ground and grabs her water bottle and her towel. she tosses the latter over her shoulder and takes a swig from the former, shifts her weight to one hip and returns skyler's look, but she's a little less casual about hers. 

"you're lookin' for fun 'n all the wrong places." she grabs the towel and wipes her shoulders. and then she reaches out a hand just as one of the bouncers walk by. 

"tell those fuckers 'round the ring we're next. show 'em a real fight." 

he moves off with a roll of his eyes and parker winks. as she stalks past skyler, she tosses her soiled towel at her and grins. bites her lower lip. "see ya on the other side, sweetheart."

skyler dross

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she ducks under the ropes, one hand extended to lift it a smidge. the stretch makes the muscles in her back twinge and she runs her tongue over her teeth, whistles out a breath real soft like. she'd run herself ragged and her body hasn't quite forgiven her for it, but ain't no way she's walking away from this. 

look, even if she goes down, least it'll be to a pretty dame like this one. seems to be the same kinda mentality 'round the ring, 'cause everyone's crowding around them now. men are hollering and jeering and parker's rolling her eyes, tuning 'em out and putting her earbuds back in. 

"think i win either way," she says with a grin.

she hops on her feet, draws her arms back tight, and jabs at the air. the crowd around them surges, but she can't hear their laughter. good. 

she crows with laughter though, at the finger, and decides against going in at her like a snake. nah, instead she'll wait 'til her focus is really on her. let her bristle. let her prepare. 

"it's just you and me, girl." knuckles tighten, muscles ripple, and her first punch is thrown.

skyler dross

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amulius and remus pull their punches, but there have still been times where they've broken parker's ribs in the heat of their sparring. her abdomen is one of steel and so she takes the hit full-on, with a confidence that might very well spell her demise. what parker isn't aware of is the fact that captain skyler dross isn't entirely human and it's with the ocean's rage that she slams into her. 

the breath whistles sharply out of parker's lungs, right past skyler's ear. as much as her reflexes scream for her to curl inward, to cover the pain, training and a million and one too many fights keeps her standing. 

she pivots with a grunt, finds her balance through the black spots in her vision, and trails her tongue along skyler's neck. hoping to catch her by surprise and buy herself some time to recover from that fucking blow, she sweeps a leg out to the woman's ankles. 

skyler dross

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parker shivers, shudders, because half her mind is on skyler's contortions, and the other is trying to smother the pain reverberating in her abdomen and up her sides. doesn't help that she's still struggling to catch her breath. but just as expected, skyler doesn't see the move coming and goes down. 

what she would have done, had she not still been stuck staggering, is back up and bring her side to the end of the ring. but reality's a lot less kinder than that. her feet refuse to listen, so skyler gets her wish. 

she's got a millisecond to decide how she wants to land, but that's really all she needs. arms come up in a cross to block the blow to her face. the punch glances off of her and parker twists awkwardly, sheer force of will allowing her abs to crunch so she can yank her knees up to pin skyler's shoulders. 

the jeering of the crowd breaks through as she snarls down at the other woman. shoulders twist and she comes down with a closed fist of her own. 

skyler dross

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satisfaction settles over her as skyler's lip splits. blood splatters out over the floor from the force of the blow. ah, and the snarling is music to her ears. she's not pulling her punches, really, but she'd have pummeled a little bit more if it were a man under her. most of 'em like to go with bitch or cunt instead. and that really makes her angry. 

but naw, she's looking down at this goddess in all her fury beneath her and she's thinking maybe she can sneak a quick kiss, get some of that blood on her own lips. and then, sequentially, she thinks damn, i really need to get laid. 

and that's about when skyler sinks her teeth into parker's thigh. 

"you a fuckin' granbull?" she sputters, almost incoherently, as pain lances up her side. fucking hell. hands go down to skyler's own and she attempts to pry the woman off of her. her legs go slack in the process. she twists, aiming to knock her kneecap into skyler's jaw to get her to let go, but her balance is off and she falls heavily to her side with a grunt. 

skyler dross

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