"Right hook, left jab, again!"
Starter for @winged-comrade
Felix neatly folded his jacket and vest, setting them at the base of one of the tree trunks. He stood straight again, delaying an extra few seconds as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Never did he imagine, when he purchased this shirt, that he would be preparing to physically fight in it. But then, there were a great many things he did now that he could not have imagined for himself before the fog rolled into his life.
Finally he turned to face Chris. Thankfully, the other man had taken off some of his equipment as well. It made him vaguely less imposing without the sturdy vest and utility belt. But it also fully accentuated just how muscular the man was at a base level. Inadequacy tinged the edges of his anxiety as he took a few cautious steps into the moonlight in the clearing.
He struggled to remember what had emboldened him so much to ask for training as he had.
"You should know, the most strenuous thing I've ever done back in the real world was moving a T-Square around on a drafting table while making design edits."
