[Throwing people over his head? Set, what the everlasting fuck.

As is, Mamoru merely chuckles, amused.] Wish I'd been there to watch.

[Which, in itself, is a joke, because Mamoru really wouldn't be able to. He nods over to the ring, where a duo of… fishmongers, if the scent is anything to go by, is brawling to and fro without much technique.] While you're skilled, you shouldn't just look at the fighters. There's a lot to be studied from those who aren't used to fighting, you know?