You're supposed to be good at taking hits, right? [ Or was that someone else... ] Or were you the balance one...?
[ He's not listening, and now he's talking with a fist against the side of his face, as if it's not bothering him at all.
It does bother him, though, because it hurts and it ignites a very small spark inside of him. Ah, that bad habit... or so he's told. It hurts and he can feel something creak ominously, telling him to maybe not take too many more punches to the head. ]
I guess we'll see, huh?
[ It doesn't matter that he dodged his punch—or rather, that just makes it more exciting, and that spark is dangerously close to roaring to life—because now he's batting his arm away and going for his legs. Sorry old man, he wants to drop you on your ass. ]
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[ He's not listening, and now he's talking with a fist against the side of his face, as if it's not bothering him at all.
It does bother him, though, because it hurts and it ignites a very small spark inside of him. Ah, that bad habit... or so he's told. It hurts and he can feel something creak ominously, telling him to maybe not take too many more punches to the head. ]
I guess we'll see, huh?
[ It doesn't matter that he dodged his punch—or rather, that just makes it more exciting, and that spark is dangerously close to roaring to life—because now he's batting his arm away and going for his legs. Sorry old man, he wants to drop you on your ass. ]