[ It doesn't take a terribly observant person to notice that Clark is moving... oddly. They're good, but he feels like there's something off, he just can't quite put his finger on it.
He doesn't have much room to give a lot thought to it though as he takes on his own opponents. His moves aren't really meant for offense, more defense, and nothing is done with the aim to hurt, only incapacitate. He's not afraid to knock a nose though, or tap a jaw to get his point across, and eventually it's just himself and Clark standing in the arena.
Panting, Kirk grins at him and makes a little bow, raising his arm towards the exit. ]
have we played together on a bakerstreet meme before? Your journal name looks familiar
He doesn't have much room to give a lot thought to it though as he takes on his own opponents. His moves aren't really meant for offense, more defense, and nothing is done with the aim to hurt, only incapacitate. He's not afraid to knock a nose though, or tap a jaw to get his point across, and eventually it's just himself and Clark standing in the arena.
Panting, Kirk grins at him and makes a little bow, raising his arm towards the exit. ]
After you.