Board Thread:World Map/@comment-25687356-20161104034105/@comment-24714922-20161106230833

Mugen shrugged at Keldran's comment. He wasn't wrong, the vest Mugen usually wore had gotten uncomfortably heavy with all the water it was soaking up. It wasn't heavy enough to weigh him down but it was heavy enough to be obnoxious, especially when it clung to his skin. He waited for Keldran to make his move and was rather dissapointed when Keldran just walked up to him at a normal pace before throwing a half-hearted punch towards Mugen's face. He could just stand there and let Keldran hit him but he couldn't be sure if there was no special trick behind it like having his fist gather extreme momentum at the last minute which could cause tremendous hurt to him. Regardless Mugen had learnt to treat training sessions like they were matters of life and death and as such wasn't about to underestimate the weak punch.

As Keldran's right arm extended to punch and the fist came closer Mugen moved his own right hand in a powerful "wipe off" motion to knock Keldran's punch off target so it would miss his face. He would follow up with a left handed open palmed strike aimed to slam into his diaphragm and knock the wind from his lungs. Should it hit it would ideally cause Keldran to briefly double over which Mugen would follow up with a hefty uppercut from his right hand, ideally the punch would slam into Keldran's chin and send him tumbling backwards. Should his little combo work Mugen would crack his knuckles and sigh "Don't patronize me Keldran. This is training not dicking around. If I ever ask you to go easy on me you may as well kill me there and then. Now lets do it again. Unless you're done for today?" He would take  few steps back and adopt the stance again and waited.