Blurred sparring

Theron looked out from a railing across the empty room, watching a pair of genehanced figures in blue bodygloves locked together in mid-air. The two grappled, their limbs blurring against one another as they traded joint locks and counters. They threw one another with practiced grace, the thrown one gliding away a short distance before halting their spin and meeting the other back in the center and throwing him in turn. Their movements were heavy, exaggerated, as though compensating for an imagined weight. Every motion and technique was executed with a closed fist.

Of Honour and Iron