@scythe-rps asked:
“Are you okay?! Did I hit you too hard?” From Gyrain, the tiny twink that could TOTALLY hit Elfman too hard.
Oof. Now there was a surprise. When the two of them went on that one request together, Elfman was fully under the impression that Gyrain wasn’t the type to attempt to throw hands, mostly in his lack of confidence in proper hand-to-hand combat. He’d even come to excuse it with his master not quite being for ‘dirtying their hands’, or something along those lines. But there they were, and the giant felt a square smack against his jaw, knocking him back a step and having him rub at his chin to feel the blow.
However... “...Nah. Not at all. This much can’t budge a Man.” ...he smirked. Looking to the twink, fists clenched as his shoulders dropped. This was definitely a bout-ready stance. “But a sneak attack isn’t Manly at all. If ya wanted a fight, you coulda just said so.” His tone of voice was disturbingly calm. As if he was expecting it. Arms raised to chest level, he cracked his knuckles. “Get ready.”