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- Ex-Pro Boxer turned Homeless Superhuman.
- Literate and Detailed
- 4+ years of experience
- Always open to plotting and sls
- Run by #Flymun
i havenโt been able to stop thinking about this. in 1000 years this will be completely indecipherable like the ancient sumerian bar joke โa dog walked into a tavern and said โi canโt see a thing. iโll open this oneโโ
-distance with with a swift dash in.
Now with all his weight moving forward at his opponent, all of it would come forward with a singular thunderous jab aimed square for her chest.
Now came the time to prob, to see just how well this one knew their boxing.
A smile creeps across his face as he seeโs the all too familiar stance take form.
Eyes follow the rhythmic swaying of the otherโs arm.
โHitman eh?โ
The boxer thought to himself before his gaze returnโs to the woman in particular.
In return the manโs orthodox guard tightens-
-his guard coming close to his chest, gloves practically touching his face as he widens his stance, becoming akin to a wall of flesh and perseverance.
Then, he began his approach.
He tightens his guard more, lowering himself some as he would quickly attempt to close the-
-way of the womanโs strike.
As the strike passes, the man would attempt to rotate around the woman, a heavy and tight hook to her now exposed ribs.
โAll business yeah? I can respect that!โ
The display was curious, the casualness of the man trying to have himself a conversation with his opponent right at the beginning of a round of sparring.
Was it an underestimation of his opponent?
Perhaps it was foolishness on his part, stepping into no manโs land as relaxed as-
- he is?
The answer would reveal itself as the opening strike.
The overhand comes careening down, however it would not find its target.
In a display of instinct and skill on the boxerโs part, his guard comes up in a flash and Max just barely leans out of the-
-audible as he began to limber himself up.
โYou always struck me as a martial arts person.
Mind if I ask what style you practice?โ
He asked as he rolls his shoulder.
There was certainly a mellow curiousness about the man as he noticed their similar builds.
Wasnโt many folk that was as built as him, and the few that were were different in every sense of the word.
The gloves come up, and the stretching commences, multiple pops-