Repairs were holding well, despite the age of the hive ships, they regenerated almost as well as the Wraith themselves. Todd made his usual rounds after that, borrowed a pair of full gloves from an underling, and then returned to his quarters to take Rogue to the sparring chamber.

Today they had the place to themselves.

He pulled the gloves on as they entered the ring. It was extremely strange to wear full ones, wraith rarely wore them at all, and when they did, they were fingerless with an opening in the palm so that their claws and feeing slit weren't confined. It was like putting socks on a cat. But, for his own safety, and to build Rogue's confidence, he had to wear them. Now the only way they'd touch were if one were to headbutt the other.

Todd took a stance and waited for her to make the first move this time.