[b][i]He finished the punching drill with two palm strikes, one to each punching bag, before stopping and turning to face the young one. Usually he'd be surprised at the sight, but he had seen a few stranger things since he got here. He was young, maybe about 28. His skin was tan and he had messy black hair. Despite being up early, there was no sign he was tired. He spoke to the girl behind him, a soft smile on his face. An air of gentleness around him.[/i][/b] "Boxer? No, or at least not professionally."