Nix was training her boxing skills and thinking about things. That was literally all that was happening in her life. There was no muscle to train, only experience. No one wanted to spar with Nix at all. Each time she put on those gloves, they became unrealistically cold. And each time she hit that heavybag, it became cooler and cooler until it felt like a bag of frozen beans wrapped in cloth. Just like some kids would spend their days in the UCLA when they had a headache, one of such objects on their head. A man walked up to her, a very tall man with plenty of muscle on him. Nix was a tall 6'4 and he still had around 5 inches of height on her. "The bag's having a bad day." She turned to him. "Yeah, I am so glad I got into this. It really is satisfying." He raised a large eyebrow. "Hm? Just got into? How long have you been doing this?" "A week." "What!? You're crazy. You must be pretty good at this. Have you sparred with anyone yet? Or are you not planning on doing so." Nix shook her head. "Nah, no one has really wanted to." "Haha, let's have a casual session. When I heard you were heavier than me, I thought you were some 8 foot tall crazy person. Light tosses only, no hard feelings?" As long as he doesn't clinch, we should be fine. They put on some headgear and their own mouthguards and swerved their upper torsos into the ring. Both took their stances and when they agreed to start, they did. A little bit of head movement, some footwork around the ring. A very obviously pulled punch came from him. Nix slipped it and casually rolled one towards him. No hard punches, like their agreement was. They got closer and closer. The man threw a half force left hook at her, and she blocked it with her right. He took this as a chance to shoot a right uppercut between the small gap that existed between her arms. Her mouth was closed and everything seemed okay, not any damage at all really still light punches. But of course, this was a timed ordeal, without winner, or even points recorded. 2 minutes left, Since they started at 2 and a half. The guy looked worried, and was shaking his hand. Everyone around them had their mouths open in amazement. Since this was so casual, she asked. "What are all of you so jazzed up about?" Murmering ensued. "She just took Taylor's strongest uppercut right on the chin and didn't even flinch!" Taylor, as I guess he was called, stopped flailing his hand and approached Nix. Jab, jab,Rhook, Lhook. He looked like he was putting a lot of force into these punches now, just like those guys suggested, yet she didn't feel any different from the pulled ones at the beginning. She thought it was her turn on the offensive, and she was a bit angry, so she lobbed a kinda juiced overhand. The punch snagged on the tip of his gloved before travelling a little right past. Boom, his entire body tilted backwards, and he tumbled down onto the floor. It looked as if the entire left side of his face had decided it wanted to be a plum, turning purple rapidly by the second. He said nothing. Someone touched Nix's glove. "We get it, he was disrespecting you like that. Always pulls a little surprise on the new trainees. But did you really have to go that far?" "I didn't even punch him that hard." "Fine, let's see you punch something as hard as you can." He said as he gestured to himself. Nix smiled. "So after me absolutely obliterating this almost 7 foot tall man with one punch and you're asking me to punch you at full force?" He nodded and continued eye contact. Before everyone in the small crowd was able to stop the exchange, Hun gave the guy a full force angry bodyblow. The look on his face was priceless as he jolted backwards across the ring and folded. It was comical how far he traveled. He started coughing, and blood came up with it. "I'm gonna… Die…" as the crowd backed away and someone called an ambulance, the door opened. "Yo, what's happening. Taylor fuck someone up again?" The new person walked over to have eye contact with Nix. It was Andrei. He saw her standing over the folded Taylor and the ruptured nobody. "Nix? Didn't expect you here." He put two and two together as the entire room turned their head to him. "Nix, you wanna, go get something... to eat?" "Yeah, get her the hell out of here!" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Were some of the quotes emerging from the group of people. The non traditional whine of a Fen ambulance. Nix tried very hard not to start a big old brawl. She escorted herself from the building with Andrei, taking off her gloves and hand wraps. "You already came to this place? How are you supposed to come in after your hand?" Andrei shook his head. "About that, that's why I am here. Came to say I wouldn't be able to train here anymore." He raised his right hand. Nix was more confused than ever. "What happened to your hand? It looks exactly the same. Nothing changed." Andrei in return reached over and put his hand on her shoulder. "You see, this new hand isn't exactly all fleshy." No snow came from it, and he seemed without pain. "Speaking of which, how did they even let you in after testing your weight? Uh uh, you aren't gonna say anything about that comment. Guess who put in the labour hours for this bad boy?" As he waved his hand around like a person gesturing to the stars. "Yup. Fen herself. I know about you and your newfound coldness. While I was in contact with her, I asked her why she has this economic system and why my parents were forced to move here. 'Family tradition' was all I got. The last thing she noted is that if I purposefully touched you with another live limb, she would personally erase me. Ha, I would probably die from the snow anyways. How have the police not found you for all you have done?" This sudden rush of questions, comments, and facts was absurd. "Yes, I murdered that kid. I fully hate what I did, not regret it. I should have just left him alone so I can feel the warmth of another person. Or am I even really a person that deserves to be recognized as a human…" Andrei put his hand back on her mostly bare shoulder, giving it a little squeeze this time. "For being so cold, you really do have nicely toasty, smooth, skin." He meant it, too. "Back off there, Andrei. We have only known each other for two days and met at a poorly rated restaurant." "You took your shirt off the first day we met!" In reality, this was the only time she had ever been in physical contact with someone that was fueled by some sort of attachment. Only other times were maintenance or hatred. She may have yelled at him for pushing his boundaries, but deep down, she simply wished that hand provided the same feeling for her that it did for him. That hand, wasn't made for warmth.

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