Maki tightens the gloves ever so slightly on his hand covering the skeletal appendage beneath. He looks up, eyes meeting those of his opponent. It had been some time since he’d been in a real fight. Happi was a trained shinobi and all, sure, but Happi was also holding back immensely when they sparred, the spar more of a trial test of the skill that it was even possible, not to see what it could do. Maki needed someone who was more aggressive for that.
He takes a stance, one foot swinging back and laying perpendicular to his body while his hands move before him, one defending his face the other his torso. He wasn’t used to taijutsu, but his mind was still too shattered for gen. No words were spoken as he waited on his foe.
He takes a stance, one foot swinging back and laying perpendicular to his body while his hands move before him, one defending his face the other his torso. He wasn’t used to taijutsu, but his mind was still too shattered for gen. No words were spoken as he waited on his foe.