[ Wrench isn't strong. That much was evident. Stronger than he was in his twenties but who was counting that? He put a lot of feral energy behind his attacks but they were kinda scrappy and kinda more about passion than technicality. It was speed that won him and that scrappy attitude which allowed him to take most people by surprise.
Thing was, he's never been in a sustained fight without weapons. It was always a last minute resort to get him the fuck out of there or grab a weapon from the person who cornered him into the mess. So whether he could sustain this was debatable. But he did come here to learn and he learned by getting his hands dirty. ]
Nothing more out of sorts than usual. [ He chuckled. ] Blood, what blood? [ Which meant no, not a chance dude. Heine looked okay. Definitely noticing the healing thing, interesting. But he was okay and the other guy was okay so fuck it, right? Alright, let him just roll a shoulder. Crack his neck a little. Run in to try and superman punch the guy. ]
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Thing was, he's never been in a sustained fight without weapons. It was always a last minute resort to get him the fuck out of there or grab a weapon from the person who cornered him into the mess. So whether he could sustain this was debatable. But he did come here to learn and he learned by getting his hands dirty. ]
Nothing more out of sorts than usual. [ He chuckled. ] Blood, what blood? [ Which meant no, not a chance dude. Heine looked okay. Definitely noticing the healing thing, interesting. But he was okay and the other guy was okay so fuck it, right? Alright, let him just roll a shoulder. Crack his neck a little. Run in to try and superman punch the guy. ]