[ The details almost were certainly hashed out. The place. The time. The absolute lack of any rules whatsoever. Which healer was on standby.
But it means this late afternoon, Brocade's waiting for Sam in the rage room. His fists are wrapped, and his shirt is off somewhere across a broken minifridge. By the gleam about him and the bright, predatory eyes, he's already been warming up. ]
Heeyyy, good t'see ya.
[ It's a toothy grin, fangs long and sharp, tail swaying behind him. ] I aint got no hold backs. You?
[ there's something about Sam's posture and the way he walks that seems way far off from even his text messages and stupid ideas. At least he was trying to play it off as sensible and then backed down when everyone told him to knock his shit off.
but there's just something different, something really heavy like he doesn't know if he wants to flip his shit or break down and cry. When he looks up, he's trying to really hard to smile because he's so very appreciative of Brocade doing this. ]
Yeah. [ Sam's going to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt to leave himself in jeans and his gloves, but even his hands are trembling as he tossed his stuff near Brocade's. He's shaking a little but, he swallows and says. ]
Hey. Promise me something? Other than Gray, don't tell anyone about this? It's gonna be such a bad look for me.
[ One of Cade's ears twitches, briefly to follow the sound of the clothing discarded, and the man's brow goes up. But whatever he's thinking doesn't make it across yet. He just nods, expression quiet. ]
[ Sam blinks not actually sure if he recalls that Cade is/was a ring fighter (it makes sense, though, look at him,) but his expression gets at little bit more fired up even if what it changes to is definitely not considered a smile.
well, first things first then! he's never really faced anyone this big before, but that's pretty amazing, yeah? He's going to literally move forward and take a swing straight at Brocade's face. The most obvious swing one could ever swing. It's not meant to be a real attack yet so much as a kick off to sizing his opponent up.
[ Pro MMA, and for a few glorious years, the best of the best. It shows immediately. The way his pupils narrow to the smallest slits, the way they track to his shoulders and feet instead. His motions are economic in a way that is ready to take this for rounds.
The forearm he gets up in the way of that first punch bats it aside.
His grin shows teeth. Are the fangs longer now?? ]
Day 213
But it means this late afternoon, Brocade's waiting for Sam in the rage room. His fists are wrapped, and his shirt is off somewhere across a broken minifridge. By the gleam about him and the bright, predatory eyes, he's already been warming up. ]
Heeyyy, good t'see ya.
[ It's a toothy grin, fangs long and sharp, tail swaying behind him. ] I aint got no hold backs. You?
Re: Day 213
but there's just something different, something really heavy like he doesn't know if he wants to flip his shit or break down and cry. When he looks up, he's trying to really hard to smile because he's so very appreciative of Brocade doing this. ]
Yeah. [ Sam's going to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt to leave himself in jeans and his gloves, but even his hands are trembling as he tossed his stuff near Brocade's. He's shaking a little but, he swallows and says. ]
Hey. Promise me something? Other than Gray, don't tell anyone about this? It's gonna be such a bad look for me.
[ Sam licks his lips almost nervously. ]
Re: Day 213
Aint a word. Gray can't say shit anyway.
Re: Day 213
[ Sam takes a deep breath and exhales through his nose as he goes to his side of the 'arena.' ]
Okay! Ready when you are.
Re: Day 213
Sides... I can use this too.
[ He shakes out his arm and rolls his head. Then slitted eyes focus on Sam. ]
Ding ding. Come at me, bro. Take yer first swing.
Re: Day 213
well, first things first then! he's never really faced anyone this big before, but that's pretty amazing, yeah? He's going to literally move forward and take a swing straight at Brocade's face. The most obvious swing one could ever swing. It's not meant to be a real attack yet so much as a kick off to sizing his opponent up.
mood music I guess ]
Re: Day 213
The forearm he gets up in the way of that first punch bats it aside.
His grin shows teeth. Are the fangs longer now?? ]
Pft. Doesn't count. REALLY go for it, bro.