That’s the point.
A lot of your strength is in your mobility.
(He yanks the other toward him, as hard as he can, a large smile on his face.)
I’ve snared you, little rabbit.
(Rather than be concerned as he’a toed up, he’s more so amazed at how he controls the weapon. It almost looks like it moves on its own, that’s how skilled he is!)
That’s quiet some skill! I—
..Hey, I can’t move—
(Aizawa snorts, before yanking the other closer, and using the closed distance to wrap part of the capture weapon around the other’s torso, pinning their wrists to his chest.)
It’s an amazing weapon.
Took decades to get as proficient with it, as I am now.
(Aizawa has the advantage, not because of his body, but because of his knowledge of his weapon.
He throws the rest of it off, using the extra length to basically whip it around the other’s wrists, binding them together.)
I’m just getting started, little rabbit—
(He chuckles.)
(When the strand it’s yanked, his hands immediately go to wrap around it, to stop the other from gaining more control of his only weapon.
The pull does help him get to his feet though!
Now, it’s probably going to be a tug of war.)
So do you.
(He won’t say or show it, but —
(And that head-on arial attack is exactly what he wanted!
Rabbits jump and kick, so it was only rational that Mirko would do that!
Aizawa does a kick up move, where he falls back, to dodge, but kicks his feet up, in order to kick Mirko in the stomach, as he passes over —
(Good, because he wouldn’t want it any other way.)
I do.
(When he’s pulled forward, he gives the weapon some slack, before yanking as hard as he can.
He wants to see how the other’s balance is.
Mirko is a hand-to-hand combat powerhouse.
He’s trying to find a weakness.)
Yes, I am.
Sparring will help us both get more used to using our prosthetics.
(As soon as the other pounces, Aizawa uses this opportunity to wrap his capture weapon around Mirko’s leg, before dodging to the left.
Because of the sudden movement, he stumbles, but doesn’t fall.)
Fine, I’ll spar with you.
Whoever loses, owes the other dinner.
(He peers over the other’s shoulder and glances at his tail, before letting out another chuckle.)
Let’s see what you can do.
(Aizawa knows the other has the upper hand.
He’s technically quirkless.)
(Aizawa doesn’t dodge or try to avoid the other.
In fact, he’s staring straight at him, with a shit-eating grin.)
Obviously.
No need to get upset about it though.
(He gently taps the other’s hand.)
Now, let go, little rabbit.
(He was supposed to be teasing, but it sounded —
Nothing’s wrong with them.
Don’t put words in my mouth.
I said they’re a dead giveaway to how you’re feeling.
(Aizawa watches the other, before shoving his hands in his pockets.)
Actually, I /know/ you are lying.
It’s very obvious.
(Aizawa studies the other’s ear movements, the way he speaks, and what he says.
He stares, intensely, before he shakes his head.)
You’re a horrible liar.
(He snorts, before chuckling, quietly.)
Those ears of yours really give you away, don’t they.