[They did things like this back home. The difference then was that it was a child's game, given as much respect. Nobody in this room is a child, and none have any delusions of being above it all, too holy for basic entertainments. It's an honest way to be, Walter thinks.
He's had almost enough time to adjust to the way the place smells when his color is called. He makes a brief show of taking off his sword and tying it to the ropes with his coat - pure posturing. He doesn't even need to, being a novelty, foreign and a magnet for attention good and bad. But it's fun to watch the same old boyish nonsense pull cheers and jeers again, here, a world away. Likely nobody in this room had been pushed into a lake for any reason, horseplay or otherwise, but they know a taunt when they see a guy stretching, theatrically, as though to quickly limber up before the main event.]
Rattled already? [He flashes a grin, swinging his arms across his chest.] Keep it together, man. We've not even started.
[Yamato gives a dry chuckle, rolling out his shoulders. Some banter is to be expected in this kind of setting, and it's definitely better than the grim, serious fighters who scowl and refuse to indulge in a little friendly back and forth.]
Don't worry. Once we get started, this'll be over too quickly for me to be rattled.
[He flashes a quick grin in return, just for a few seconds.]
No prizes for flatterers! [Okay, time to wrap it up, here comes the bell. Walter drops into stance, ready to spring at the word go - he's used to wrestling matches on the docks, so that's what he's winding up for.]
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He's had almost enough time to adjust to the way the place smells when his color is called. He makes a brief show of taking off his sword and tying it to the ropes with his coat - pure posturing. He doesn't even need to, being a novelty, foreign and a magnet for attention good and bad. But it's fun to watch the same old boyish nonsense pull cheers and jeers again, here, a world away. Likely nobody in this room had been pushed into a lake for any reason, horseplay or otherwise, but they know a taunt when they see a guy stretching, theatrically, as though to quickly limber up before the main event.]
Rattled already? [He flashes a grin, swinging his arms across his chest.] Keep it together, man. We've not even started.
[It's all banter.]
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Don't worry. Once we get started, this'll be over too quickly for me to be rattled.
[He flashes a quick grin in return, just for a few seconds.]
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[Yamato drops into his stance as well, arms tensed. As soon as the bell rings, he surges forward, aiming a fast, powerful punch at Walter's jaw.]
ok disclaimer that i'm fucking terrible at fight choreography.
ahaha, no worries