[ Nathan takes it like a champ. Kind of easy to tell, when somebody's a little used to being punched. Weight pivots, braces firm. His leg steps out, but only to rebalance. It has the kind of heft to it that Nathan's looking for, though there's no glow with it, and the exhale that follows it sounds more wry than anything else.
He rubs idly at his own jaw. Straightens up, rolls a shoulder back, then tips his chin as his expression pulls. A non-verbal alright, well. That didn't work.
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He rubs idly at his own jaw. Straightens up, rolls a shoulder back, then tips his chin as his expression pulls. A non-verbal alright, well. That didn't work.
Wanna do it again? ]