[ Damn, he was hoping he'd skip the talking and go straight for the punching, but alright. He did offer, after all.

Kamui crouches at his feet, balancing his (sore as hell) jaw on the palm of his hand. ]

Let me do it, huh? Well, go ahead. Should we talk about the weather? It's not that much different, where I'm from, apart from the lack of rain.