“Ready?” Jade asked, eyes no more than thin green lines. “Ready!” Marvin braced. The redhead lounged to the man, her fists striking in a flurry of quick jabs that Marvin struggled to deflect. She was taking it easy on the new guy, but he was still doing a fairly good job. Good enough that she even considered going a little faster. He blocked one punch, dodged another, stopped a kick before it hit his side, but then failed to defend his chest against an open-palm strike. In a cloud of blue energy, Marvin was launched across the Exile’s cargo hold, landing on his back over Ludwig’s improvised workbench. “Oh, crap! I’m so sorry!” Jade ran to help him. “I’m still learning to control this thing.” “It’s okay,” Marvin grunted. “But if you don’t mind I’ll practice with the bag next.” “Human

