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2. My muse throws a punch at yours.
❝Is that all you got OLD man? Now, I just feel BAD beating the ever-living shit out of an elder? ❞
A priggish smirk added another prick under the skin. Both Jesse Mccree and Jack Morrison had their complexions marred by red, black and blue. Yet their display of pugilistic exercises were not thrown out of ANIMOSITY, rather in an attempt to shake off the pesky doldrums the pair were being BURDENED with ever since rejoining Overwatch. The team DOUBLED in size so there was no need for either to do the heavy lifting, but the adrenaline rush remained. A cordial exhibition in martial arts seemed to have quenched it quite nicely.
❝ Don’t feel glum, partner, I get called old all the time by Mech-Girl and Lucio….now it’s MY TURN. ❞
One discipline Mccree was keen on recently was Muay Boran…or the art of fighting with all EIGHT limbs, hands, elbows, knees, and kicks. Apparently, such bone-on-bone brutality had been BANNED in several countries, but it found its home in the sparring mat. His human arm extended, two knuckles were intent on hitting its target, Jack Morrison’s orbital bone (Angela would patch it up later). Another showcase of Mccree’s aptitude at primeval SAVAGERY was successful and another barrage of taunts was in order.
❝ And that wasn’t even my GOOD arm. C’mon hit me as hard as you can?❞
