Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

She disobeyed him, which he expected, but what Firefly did not anticipate was the force of her will or the speed with which she implimented it. No sooner had she voiced her counter to his command did she lunge for him; he thought he would be fine, that he could withstand any assault the female made — but she lanced at his injured shoulder with a burst of practiced speed, and he let loose a deep snarl as the pain shot through him. Firefly twisted and lunged with his own counter-attack but the woman had already reset to a fresh position, watching him miss his attempted strike with quite a gap between them.

He was a fast learner. He wouldn't let her get many more hits in — but Firefly might not have a choice considering how poorly his puppet master was rolling the god damned dice.