could somebody check my pulse? it's been a minute since i've tasted blood. i forgot how good this was
Henry catches the look Oliver gives him, returning it with a check of his own - though, he'd have to peel back a few layers to really get an eyeful of Oliver anyway.
He sets his cloak down on a nearby stump and turns back to face Oliver, folding his sleeves up to the elbow. The chill reaches his skin and prompts goosebumps to raise up in protest but, he ignores it. Soon enough, he'll get his blood pumping and the cold will be a relief.
"Sounds easy enough," his eyes follow Oliver with great interest, smirk ever-present on his expression. He's only a little taken by surprise when suddenly he's changing into a cat. Well, a big cat, sorry.
When he's presenting the stick to him, back in his natural state, Henry nods and accepts the makeshift weapon. "Unfortunately for you, I'm proficient with sticks," and this isn't even meant to be an innuendo, more of a reference to the fact that he often practices with 'weapons' of similar make. A flush creeps into his cheeks as the realization sinks in.
"Alright, let's get this started, shall we?" He moves on a bit quickly, hoping not to dwell too long on that.. unintentional, but still shitty, joke.
He allows a few moments for the both of them to prepare themselves for the engage. Henry's greatest strength is, well, his strength. So, he wonders if he can simply overpower the other in order to get to the target. With this in mind, remembering things Aisha had taught him, he doesn't deliberate too much longer. Spurring into the action, Henry dives to make a jab at Oliver's ribs.
He sets his cloak down on a nearby stump and turns back to face Oliver, folding his sleeves up to the elbow. The chill reaches his skin and prompts goosebumps to raise up in protest but, he ignores it. Soon enough, he'll get his blood pumping and the cold will be a relief.
"Sounds easy enough," his eyes follow Oliver with great interest, smirk ever-present on his expression. He's only a little taken by surprise when suddenly he's changing into a cat. Well, a big cat, sorry.
When he's presenting the stick to him, back in his natural state, Henry nods and accepts the makeshift weapon. "Unfortunately for you, I'm proficient with sticks," and this isn't even meant to be an innuendo, more of a reference to the fact that he often practices with 'weapons' of similar make. A flush creeps into his cheeks as the realization sinks in.
"Alright, let's get this started, shall we?" He moves on a bit quickly, hoping not to dwell too long on that.. unintentional, but still shitty, joke.
He allows a few moments for the both of them to prepare themselves for the engage. Henry's greatest strength is, well, his strength. So, he wonders if he can simply overpower the other in order to get to the target. With this in mind, remembering things Aisha had taught him, he doesn't deliberate too much longer. Spurring into the action, Henry dives to make a jab at Oliver's ribs.
HENRY
