I take everything seriously,
As much as Zavien would like to argue and insist that they maintain chivalrous expectations, Flora has a point. She's stubborn and he doesn't have all day. They'll eventually be expecting him back at the Needle to continue the questioning. Which means, he has to throw the first punch.
Nodding his assent, Zavien reluctantly raises his fists to his face, the gloves almost brushing his face, smelling of leather and sweat. He makes sure she's ready, letting out a tense laugh at the bop of the pads before loosing a deep breath. Then he attacks. His first punch is only a fraction of his speed and strength, but it's a test to gauge how far he can push it. This is a warmup, a moment to feel each other out. So when his left arm strikes out, he makes sure it goes directly towards the pad, his foot stepping out to support the form.
Nodding his assent, Zavien reluctantly raises his fists to his face, the gloves almost brushing his face, smelling of leather and sweat. He makes sure she's ready, letting out a tense laugh at the bop of the pads before loosing a deep breath. Then he attacks. His first punch is only a fraction of his speed and strength, but it's a test to gauge how far he can push it. This is a warmup, a moment to feel each other out. So when his left arm strikes out, he makes sure it goes directly towards the pad, his foot stepping out to support the form.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
