[ sholmes's smile tugs a little one onto xie lian's face, too.
he hops up from his spot, graceful as ever, and sheathes fang xin, setting it to lean carefully against the wall. san lang, qilin formed, stays by the blade, tail flicking once as xie lian makes his way to a closer, but clearer area and settles back. ]
I'll confess, I am unfamiliar with the style of 'boxing'. I hope that my own training in the martial arts will suffice.
[ with that, he settles into his usual stance, taking a deep breath. ] I look forward to you showing me, though. Please, Mr. Sholmes - come at me with your full intent. Do not hesitate for even a moment.
And I, my dear fellow, am quite unaccustomed to martial arts aside from what I have seen from a few I know, such as Miss Susato. So I am eager to see it from a master.
[Irene in crow form is more alert now, giving a shake of her wings as a squawk before flying off to alight on a wrecked training dummy nearby.]
[The detective huffs, before pulling off his coat and satchel to set aside neatly, leaving him in his vest and collared shirt. He starts to roll his punches, smirking.]
I will try to take care not to hit you with my metal hand, my dear fellow. It should be quite a punch. But nevertheless...I will heed your wish.
[And a graceful step forward, and he's launching a fist forward, jabbing at his chest.]
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...Would you like to spar with me?
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[And he smiles.]
I thought you'd never ask.
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he hops up from his spot, graceful as ever, and sheathes fang xin, setting it to lean carefully against the wall. san lang, qilin formed, stays by the blade, tail flicking once as xie lian makes his way to a closer, but clearer area and settles back. ]
I'll confess, I am unfamiliar with the style of 'boxing'. I hope that my own training in the martial arts will suffice.
[ with that, he settles into his usual stance, taking a deep breath. ] I look forward to you showing me, though. Please, Mr. Sholmes - come at me with your full intent. Do not hesitate for even a moment.
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[Irene in crow form is more alert now, giving a shake of her wings as a squawk before flying off to alight on a wrecked training dummy nearby.]
[The detective huffs, before pulling off his coat and satchel to set aside neatly, leaving him in his vest and collared shirt. He starts to roll his punches, smirking.]
I will try to take care not to hit you with my metal hand, my dear fellow. It should be quite a punch. But nevertheless...I will heed your wish.
[And a graceful step forward, and he's launching a fist forward, jabbing at his chest.]