[The noise that emerges from between his lips as she sweeps him is a weird one, an aborted curse trapped behind clenched teeth as he hits the ground hard. It's been some time since he's had to fake nice while fighting, after all, and it shows for a moment in the ugly expression on his face as he pushes himself back to his feet before he managing to mask it behind something much more neutral.]
I'll remember that.
[And then he charges in again, trying to fake with his left before attempting to snap a kick with his leg. Uniform slacks aren't the greatest pants for fighting, but he manages well enough. To a trained fighter, though, the fake is obvious, his weight such that it's clear he's going to kick. Unlike people, Shadows don't care how much a move is telegraphed before its executed.]
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I'll remember that.
[And then he charges in again, trying to fake with his left before attempting to snap a kick with his leg. Uniform slacks aren't the greatest pants for fighting, but he manages well enough. To a trained fighter, though, the fake is obvious, his weight such that it's clear he's going to kick. Unlike people, Shadows don't care how much a move is telegraphed before its executed.]