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Max nodded his head as he looked at Skaarj, and, having watched his technique, found himself rather impressed. Definitely his kind of crowd, and he made his way over.

"Looks to me like you'd take down just about anything that came within arms reach, if you wanted to." Remarking offhandedly, the magi looked over the alien's mask, glancing to take in the slowly fading craters of the punching bag. "Ever thought of putting those skills to use, in anything like a job?"

The man didn't even need to see that even using his prescient sight, Skaarj could beat him into a bloody pulp with just how excellent his hand to hand skills were. Max could think of a few places that the alien would have a place without a bit of trouble, and that made gears turn. "Name's Max, Max Dirge."

He extended a hand for a handshake.