Through the course of his wanderings he had made his way to the gym, with as much testosterone that was on the ship it wasn't difficult to find a sparring partner.<br/><br/>So that was where he would be, in the center of the room barefoot and shirtless on the mats facing one of the stim injected brutes that loved to hurt people. Hey they were terrible in delicate situations but when it came to the 'heavy lifting' there were none better. Plus gave him the challenge, no weapons they began to circle eachother feeling eachother out. Then in a flurry of action they exchanged blows, guarded against attacks and pretty much tried to beat eachother into submission.