[It's a relief, in a way. No one he can flatten in one punch is worth being called a sparring partner. Majima ducks out of the way of a heavy fist, close enough to hear the weight of it as it cuts through the air. Makes sense, he muses through growing adrenaline-- the more weight you have, the harder you should throw it around. It's a good trade off for the speed you don't have. With that in mind, Majima slinks back a few paces, where it'll be easier for him to close a distance on fast feet.
He watches Alan like a hawk for just a few seconds, his eye flitting across him for any tells of a next move. From there, he closes in again, going for a leg sweep this time. He'll have to wear his opponent down before getting into anything tricky.]
no probs!
He watches Alan like a hawk for just a few seconds, his eye flitting across him for any tells of a next move. From there, he closes in again, going for a leg sweep this time. He'll have to wear his opponent down before getting into anything tricky.]