The Miqo'te flattened his ears with a quiet sigh, dropping his stance. "Tch. Don't go giving me advantages. It's no fun like that," he muttered, smoothly slipping the sword beneath his belt. He wasn't much of a pugilist, he admitted silently to himself, but he liked to test his limits.
Ken mimicked the larger man's stance and gave him a measuring glance over. Â He was certainly no match for him in raw strength; those ham-sized fists seemed akin to sledgehammers to the relatively small-framed Miqo'te. He winced involuntarily, then forced it back into his customary half-grin.
He would have to hope speed and agility would prevail.
Ken mimicked the larger man's stance and gave him a measuring glance over. Â He was certainly no match for him in raw strength; those ham-sized fists seemed akin to sledgehammers to the relatively small-framed Miqo'te. He winced involuntarily, then forced it back into his customary half-grin.
He would have to hope speed and agility would prevail.
