He caught the cloth and began a slow imitation of how Maea was binding her hands and knuckles, studying how she did it. Such things weren't usually necessary among the Mer; the water itself ensured that bare-knuckle fighting was rarely dangerous, and he had not yet spent much time in dryland combat.
"Hmm. A kind invitation," he acknowledged, inclining his head as he finished preparing his own hands. He flexed his fingers, getting used to the feeling of the bindings over his knuckles. Unhurried and unintimidated by the fierce Ancient, he rolled his neck and shoulders to loosen them and then took a moment to find his balance on the balls of his feet, as Koa was teaching him.
And then he lashed out in a straight jab at Maea's chest, quick as a striking seasnake, utilizing his greater reach and the speed that usually lurked hidden beneath his slow deliberations.
"Hmm. A kind invitation," he acknowledged, inclining his head as he finished preparing his own hands. He flexed his fingers, getting used to the feeling of the bindings over his knuckles. Unhurried and unintimidated by the fierce Ancient, he rolled his neck and shoulders to loosen them and then took a moment to find his balance on the balls of his feet, as Koa was teaching him.
And then he lashed out in a straight jab at Maea's chest, quick as a striking seasnake, utilizing his greater reach and the speed that usually lurked hidden beneath his slow deliberations.
