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Arman is in the training room, stretching. He's prepping to fight some bots, though he's yet to turn to the control panel simply in the hopes that someone would walk in. If he can train with a person instead of a bot, well, that'll be fantastic. Why? Well, people feel pain. Bots don't.
He just finished watching some Jackie Chan movies, and now he's pumped as all hell. Imagine Jackie Chan with Arman's power. Yeah, that's what Arman wanted to be like.
He takes the hit to the chin, and staggers back by a single step. He shoots out his own right palm for her chin as well to counter, though he's not intending to hit, or even do any contact. He just wants to see what the lady can do.
That's never a fun place to get hit, and Arman's power wasn't even active yet. So, it kind of hurts. He leans forward a bit and resists a terrible urge to wheeze. Stepping forward, Arman leans back and throws a left rising hook to her ribcage! Only, this one would kind of hurt if it hit.
"Sorry 'bout that, I guess I--" Once again, distracted by his own words.
Her shin hits his thigh, and his leg buckles slightly, mostly due to bad positioning. As he falls, though, he pushes off of his standing leg to shoulder tackle her. Not too hard, but then he's a heavy prick.
Arman doesn't know what "banter" means! He looks slightly offended!
"My banter could beat the shit out of your banter," he responds indignantly.
The kick is hardly registered, since it's lacking force and Arman's First Degree is up, so he just takes it, lets his foot hit the floor, and throws a power side kick for her stomach. Unintentionally, since he doesn't know how to do any move with a name.
"That's better!" She throws up her forearms, taking the kick that literally bounces her back into the wall, picking up speed as she bounces back towards him with a flying knee.
She aims for his stomach, but he's kind of tall so...
Unfortunately, no matter how durable a man gets, there will always be one pair of things that prove to be a fatal weak point.
The jewels.
Arman's eyes widen and he falls to the floor heavily, arms flailing about as he makes his descent. He's not intending to hurt the woman, but if he does, he won't complain. Either way, his hands end up tightly gripping his pride, and he struggles to keep from being completely floored by this.