Earth occasionally had music Cohors could stand. 'Occasionally' was a bit of an understatement, but being honest wasn't good for his rep, and their reps were important to Corpus. After all, they helped keep him under his thumb. Pushing such cheerful thoughts away, Cohors stretched luxuriously, rising up as high as he could, then dropped back properly to his feet as he fell into a loose fighting stance. The dust puffed and swirled around his ankles as he went through some fighting exercises, singing softly to himself. "Punch your lights out, hit the pavement, that's what I call entertainment-" In certain contexts only, but that made the words no less true. "Causing problems makes you famous, all this violence makes a statement!" Also true. And damn it, Nasum and Oculus were spying again- Oh. Well seeing as Crus was settling into an inviting fighting pose, he could see why Nasum and Oculus wanted to watch. Both of them deliberately stretched, taking their optics off each other in an insulting display of not seeing the other as a threat. Of course, both of them knew the opposite to be true, but it was the principle of the thing. So more human music created by a collective known as Mindless Self Indulgence continued to play as he made the first move - it was his turn, after all. A fist flew forward, then dropped to avoid the arm raised to redirect it. A hit to the hip wasn't exactly a strong opener, but it would do. Crus retaliated by sweeping his legs out from underneath him, and Cohors dropped his hands and arched his back, springing back to his feet before flipping away, with Crus in pursuit. Cohors' manner of evading, attacking, and defending was very much a mixture of fluid movements, acrobatics, street dance-like stunts, and a knowledge of weak points. His attacks were meant to cripple and slow down, when he had no acid on hand. Crus, on the other hand, was always moving fluidly, springing away easily, or directing powerful kicks and only slightly less powerful punches. He even head butted Cohors when he came into range for it. They were like dancers, acting out some pre-choreographed routine despite the fact it was all improvisation and impulse. When they came to a stop, Crus' knee was digging into the back of Cohors' neck. "Do you yield?" he asked in his mild voice. "Yeah yeah, get off me you fragger." Crus smirked a little. "Well I've received my entertainment, so I suppose I can. After all, I punched your lights out and you hit the floor." Oculus and Nasum didn't need to laugh quite so loudly.
