[ The whole thing happens faster than Ian's brain can process it, which is... actually saying something. He's got the affect of a stoner, but beneath that he's a pretty fucking sharp guy. Even so, he doesn't register until after the punch stops that it isn't arm he made contact with. He's left blinking for a second, eyes dipping to the blue glow and then back to Nathan's hand. ]
Holy shit.
[ Pleasantly surprised, vaguely impressed. ]
Your power's being mister fucking miyagi. How'd you know that would work?
[ Because there's no way that just... coincidentally happened. Nobody can know taking a few punches will unlock what they can do, right? Not without some serious fucking instinct, or insight, or both. ]
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Holy shit.
[ Pleasantly surprised, vaguely impressed. ]
Your power's being mister fucking miyagi. How'd you know that would work?
[ Because there's no way that just... coincidentally happened. Nobody can know taking a few punches will unlock what they can do, right? Not without some serious fucking instinct, or insight, or both. ]