Max

A smile creeps across his face as he see’s the all too familiar stance take form. Eyes follow the rhythmic swaying of the other’s arm. ‘Hitman eh?’ The boxer thought to himself before his gaze return’s to the woman in particular. In return the man’s orthodox guard tightens-

The display was curious, the casualness of the man trying to have himself a conversation with his opponent right at the beginning of a round of sparring. Was it an underestimation of his opponent? Perhaps it was foolishness on his part, stepping into no man’s land as relaxed as-

There was certainly a mellow curiousness about the man as he noticed their similar builds. Wasn’t many folk that was as built as him, and the few that were were different in every sense of the word. The gloves come up, and the stretching commences, multiple pops-