Matsu knew she was in need of hand-to-hand. She was a nasty scrapper, a girl who went for eyes and ears and hair, anything to get purchase and destroy. So she sought someone who could help her and after asking around she'd been told of someone who could arrange a session with a one [member="Rex Maxus"].
She had received the coordinates from the man the day before and arrived on time, her hair pulled in to a tight bun on top of her head and a short knife tucked in to a homemade holster at her waist.
She had made it clear to the man who'd arranged the meeting that she knew next to nothing of formal fighting techniques so Maxus would not be expecting much. She had the will - and she had the lack of remorse it would take to cut a man down - but even still, as she walked in to the arena and saw who she assumed was her teacher she wondered if that particular message had been passed on. He was muscled, tall, and battling a droid with ease. She took stock of her surroundings, looking for anything she might use to her advantage later on before closing the distance between herself and the dueling pair. She waited until the match had drawn to a close, already studying Maxus' form against the droid. "Rex Maxus? I'm Matsu," she said, not offering a hand.
He didn't seem like one for handshakes.