[Reflexively his hands tighten, and then don't tighten further. This isn't the same as dueling it out, fists and feet. There's a kind of black coldness to this that settles in his stomach, coiling icy knots into his gut. His scowl contorts more into a grimace, fuming defiance written across his face.
His eyes widen.
In one single motion, he lets go, drawing his hands back to his sides.]
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His eyes widen.
In one single motion, he lets go, drawing his hands back to his sides.]
Screw that. That's not how I fight!
[He may be a scumbag but there's RULES.]