[To be entirely honest, he'll focus more on the tail than the ears. The ears don't shift Gen's gravitational axis as much, and they're relatively silent. Although he may just hold onto them if he does feel them.
I will obviously make grabby hands at those kisses in the air and cradle them close, though, ty. <3
And ah, there it is.
Fragile egos, salted wounds, a moment too soon to mention something. It's easy to make anger flare in these types. It doesn't take an expert to get them all riled up, either. They do it for you, weaponizing their own fears and insecurities for the sake of a distraction. A blade posing as a blade even though the steel is old and brittle.
All too easy. He basically bounces off the already relatively pliant flooring of the ring even before the ref tells them to go.
And very predictable, too. The speed is impressive, sure. That he's going for a hook instead of a jab is clever, aiming straight for the kidneys. He's a thug who knows a thing or two; he probably would have given Mamoru a bit more trouble, even more so without his blade.
Point taken.
Even if this guy were much shorter than him—and he's not, apparently, even if he keeps his chin down—nothing that a down parry can't fix. He steps back quickly, the fist swiping the air in front of Mamoru's stomach instead, and he slams his hand down.
His fingers curl up on the wrist.] Lesson number one, never enter a fight hot-headed.
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I will obviously make grabby hands at those kisses in the air and cradle them close, though, ty. <3
And ah, there it is.
Fragile egos, salted wounds, a moment too soon to mention something. It's easy to make anger flare in these types. It doesn't take an expert to get them all riled up, either. They do it for you, weaponizing their own fears and insecurities for the sake of a distraction. A blade posing as a blade even though the steel is old and brittle.
All too easy. He basically bounces off the already relatively pliant flooring of the ring even before the ref tells them to go.
And very predictable, too. The speed is impressive, sure. That he's going for a hook instead of a jab is clever, aiming straight for the kidneys. He's a thug who knows a thing or two; he probably would have given Mamoru a bit more trouble, even more so without his blade.
Point taken.
Even if this guy were much shorter than him—and he's not, apparently, even if he keeps his chin down—nothing that a down parry can't fix. He steps back quickly, the fist swiping the air in front of Mamoru's stomach instead, and he slams his hand down.
His fingers curl up on the wrist.] Lesson number one, never enter a fight hot-headed.