Drachen kept his speed up to match the dummies as it continued to take swings and jabs at him. Damian, their Corporal, spoke up from where he was cleaning and maintaining his revolvers. A mental shrug and he turned his full attention back to the dummy as it released another flurry of blows that he bent and twisted around. His arms were still behind his back and he was just starting to work up a sweat before his superior officer spoke up.

A physical shrug was given to the man this time. "Work on the basics before working on more advanced techniques, Sir. If I can out speed them in hand to hand combat then they'll panic and get sloppy." He said, that was his thinking on the matter. Sure the Chryssalids were a savage species, no real rhyme of reason to their attacks aside from 'kill it', but their movement speed was the greatest or second greatest of the known alien species. Mutton's had the same physiology of a human, their hand strikes or weapon strikes would roughly be the same.

Granted Drachen did have technique, but he just wanted to focus on one thing right now. At the next straight punch he almost casually caught the dummies fist. His other hand came forward and palm-struck the chest which sent the dummy back several feet before it regained its footing. "If you wish to, Corporal, you can up the settings to whatever you wish." He said, pushing a button on one of the posts of the sparring ring to deactivate the training dummy.