"I mean, I'm not crazy about gettin' hurt," the courier admitted ruefully. "But betwixt us I figure we can heal anythin' th'other does." His grin kicked up a little and he actually chuckled. "I'm workin' on somethin' for Frey, too, but I'm just gettin' everythin' they asked for wrapped up, so today's just for practice." He held up his wrapped hands and flexed his fingers before balling them up into fists. "I need t'learn how t'punch better now that I've got some muscle to get behind 'em."
He glanced at the waterlogged target and gave an indelicate snort, then shifted to take its place, lifting his hands to protect his face. His feet moved into something that was more or less workable, given that he was used to fighting with a knife rather than anything longer or heavier enough to require a broader stance. "So whatcha workin' on for Frey?" His question was followed a moment later by a jab towards his Archon's chest; more of a warmup than anything he expected to land, but there was enough force behind it to bruise if it somehow did.
He glanced at the waterlogged target and gave an indelicate snort, then shifted to take its place, lifting his hands to protect his face. His feet moved into something that was more or less workable, given that he was used to fighting with a knife rather than anything longer or heavier enough to require a broader stance. "So whatcha workin' on for Frey?" His question was followed a moment later by a jab towards his Archon's chest; more of a warmup than anything he expected to land, but there was enough force behind it to bruise if it somehow did.
