[ no fault of wrench's own, just, you know. half a decade of knowing badou nails, you sort of learn the tricks. ]
First blood, then. [ no problem. heine's stance is already loose enough that he's ready to pull back from the first elbow wrench throws out, and he dodges back, quick on his feet. his arms come up to protect his core, and heine circles a bit before pressing back in with an uppercut, aiming for wrench's middle.
it's always nice when someone else is willing to throw the first punch, and heine sort of likes the experience of being on his back foot, however temporarily. he tries to move at the same speed as wrench, at least, to put them on a similar playing field as they move in to trade blows, then pull back to regroup—although when the opening presents itself, heine can't resist the temptation to drop low enough to sweep a leg at wrench's ankles. ]
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First blood, then. [ no problem. heine's stance is already loose enough that he's ready to pull back from the first elbow wrench throws out, and he dodges back, quick on his feet. his arms come up to protect his core, and heine circles a bit before pressing back in with an uppercut, aiming for wrench's middle.
it's always nice when someone else is willing to throw the first punch, and heine sort of likes the experience of being on his back foot, however temporarily. he tries to move at the same speed as wrench, at least, to put them on a similar playing field as they move in to trade blows, then pull back to regroup—although when the opening presents itself, heine can't resist the temptation to drop low enough to sweep a leg at wrench's ankles. ]