Jawbreaker (Day 0, Mid-Afternoon)

[Phoebe Wren]

"I can imagine. Hutts are perhaps not the worst scum in the universe, but they sure rank high," she smirked knowingly. Luckily she had steered away from the worst of that on Nar Shaddaa. "But yeah, I'd prefer not to have to patch up everyone because of a training excersise."

That reminded her to check out the medbay later to see how it was stocked, and how much of her own stuff she might need to supply to it. At least she shouldn't have to supply it with whiskey. Hopefully.

"So knives and shooting is your preference, huh. What about other fields of expertise? Secretly a good cook or an outdoorsman?"

The bag kept steady against the assault, though it required a bit more effort on her behalf as she didn't have as much mass to put into keeping it in place as Coryn had. She had the muscles, but lacked in the vertical department.

[Coryn Kusat]

His routines weren't anything complicated, just focused on good posture, good footwork, and efficiency. A few more thumping rounds came as he replied.

"Well now: I'm rated for atmospheric flight, I know how to give and take orders, and I'm a pretty good musician even if I do say so myself." With a charming grin he pummeled the bag a bit further. "Picked up a lot of languages too."