Dynamite comes in small packages!

Lethe was busy working at a punching bag in the workout room they had. She was dressed like she normally was in the ring, weaving a bit while punching and kicking away at the bag. It had been a while now since she been here. Roughly a couple of months. For the most part, her matches here have been victorious, save for her cage match. That, would have to wait another day, however.

It was too late. The play by play of that match went through her head before she could stop it. How her height actually became a disadvantage to her, how the woman made a fool out of her, and how she was tossed around in the cage. She started to envision that brown haired woman on the punching bag, and grit her teeth, pounding at it harder and harder, until she suddenly managed to punch a hole through it!

Unaware about what was going on Layla Mcarthy walked into the gym, clad in her usual green outfit, with her usual scowl on her face. She looked around the gym facilities and shrugged. Layla wasn't the type to workout, but she could use some practice in her judo techiques, especially with all the trouble she had in her last match. So she walked into the gym and started looking around for a practice dummy she could toss around.

Lethe seemed to be staring into the punching bag for a moment, before she looked down to see her fist was stuck in the middle of the stuffing for it. She slowly started to pull her hand out, then looked at her hand for a moment, seeming to focus on it for a couple of moments.

Her concentration was broken, however, when she heard someone walking into the gym. She turned around, seeing a girl in a green outfit entering. The girl seemed even smaller than her, and by a few inches, no less. It was odd, she always thought she was one of the smaller girls in the league, yet this girl made her feel like a giant.

As Layla looked around for a stuffed training dummy, she begun to notice two pairs of eyes staring at her. She frowned, and looked over to the person in question. Her eyes fell upon a girl not much taller than herself, decked out in gear that labled her as a straight up punk. She also noted the sand pouring out of the damaged sandbag beside her. Had she done that?

"What the hell are you looking at?" Layla asked rather rudely.

Lethe frowned at the question, shaking the sand off her hand. Rude, loud. Typical midget personality.

"I'm looking at you." She replied calmly, stretching her arms over her chest. She almost asked her another question, but she decided to hold back on it for now. Lethe didn't like to be much of a talker. After what seemed like hours, if Layla said nothing back, Lethe would finally open up again.

".......You seem to be looking for something."

Layla glared at Lethe for a moment longer but said nothing back. Layla wasn't one to start fights, she finished them. She was about to walk off when Lethe adressed her again. She stopped to glare at the punk. "Yeah, I'm looking for one of thoe practice dummies. I need one to train with." She raised an eyebrow. "What's it to you?"

Lethe listened to her, and gestured towards a closet to her right. "Should be there." She said, then saw sand was STILL pouring onto the mat, and frowned. She needed a replacement bag.

"I need another bag as well." She stated. She wasn't exactly asking, but she was giving the girl a choice whether or not to listen as well.

Layla's gaze followed Lethe's arm to where the closet was, and found it immediately. She nodded her thanks, and was about to leave again when Lethe's ordered request made her pause. She then walked off again without a second thought. "Get it yourself. I got my own things to do."

Lethe frowned a little, and stepped towards the closet herself to grab a punching bag. "..Lethe. That's all you need to know." She said, giving the girl her name whether she wanted it or not.

Latal raised an eyebroew as the girl, apparently called Lethe, decided to follow her to the closet. SHe didn't ask for her name, but she didn't give it much thought. "Layla," she muttered back. Layla opened the closet and picked through dumbells, punching bags and excercise balls to find the training dummy she had been searching for. She hefted the thing, hen suddenly a thought crossed her mind. Better training would be to have a sparring partner, rather than a stuffed doll. And Lethe was right here....

"Hey, you busy?" Layla asked Lethe suddenly.