Dre detected the change of mood in the common area and looked up to see the Captain heading straight to him.  His eyes took in her attire and how she didn't mind how much skin she showed. Or that a few of the other team members, male and female, took the opportunity to check her her swaying hips from the front and back.<em>Very nice figure, and comfortable in her own skin.  Something else to make note of.</em>He listened to her command, nodded and then watched her walk off, admiring her departing from as much as he admired her approach.  Standing up he went to his quarters and began to change.<br/><br/>Right on time he came into the gym and approached the ring.  He had put on a very tight, grey tank top and a pair of grey, loose fitting pants, similar to a gi.  They allowed for freedom of motion and comfort. His body was muscular and toned, like a sprinters body.  As he moved it was fluid with little waisted effort.  He hadn't wrapped his hands or feet but carried padded gloves and foot guards.  Moving next to the Captain he began to slip on the foot guards, quickly securing them before donning the gloves, "Do you want strikes, wrestling or a combination?  And how are we judging effectiveness?