[Training] swingy swingy hit hit (open)

james

smoking kills

James had been a filthy scoundrel his entire life. Flirting was basically his first language really, especially seeing as how it hadn't been his mother's tit's that he'd suckled upon to make him the big strong boy he was today. Raising a brow and pretending to study Oliver for a moment, the snake tipped his head back and laughed musically for a moment. "Do good things come to those who wait?" The snake mused out loud. "Or is that just a bit of shit that really boring people tell themselves?" Flashing the a'fore mentioned rings with a dazzling flourish, James grinned. "Now had you said that good things cum to those who wait, well now..." The thief paused, "..I'd have told you that was shit as well." He added with another laugh.

As it was the kid was both faster and stronger than the snake. Given all of his tolerances were built up in drugs and alcohol and..well, nothing else really, as Oliver swung he did indeed hit. Dramatically James dropped to the floor, leg splayed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH." The snake stage-screamed, bending his body over his clearly broken leg and moaning something dreadful. "Jaysus, I think you've broken it! And it was my favourite knee too! Come're give us a look, would you?"

but so does love.