Hearing the stranger give such a limp response only compounded Majimaâs confusion. What was it about this guy that attracted him? Majima got the feeling that if he tried to smack the guy he would either start crying or be instantly knocked out cold. Still, the urge to fight wouldnât subside no matter how much he tried to reason it away. His gut had to be onto something. Maybe this guy was secretly a fighting demon who just had a mismatching, wishy-washy personality?Â
Instead of charging in guns blazing like he had planned, Majima decided a new tactic was in order. He shot the stranger a disarming smile.
âHey, I get it, man. Weâre all just tryinâ to have a good time! Some of us just got aâŚdifferent definition of fun, y'know?â
âAll Iâm askinâ is that you show me how strong ya are. Then Iâll leave ya alone.â Majima raised his hands, motioning with his fingers for the man to approach him. âJust throw a punch at me as hard as ya can. I wonât even hit back, promise! Just keep it above the belt.â
In truth, Lowain was someone who enjoyed fighting and sparring under the right consequences. How else were you supposed to keep your body lookinâ rad and your muscles totally jacked? But now heâs like, getting really confused. This guy was totally ready to leap on him and so Lowain had gone on the defensive, but now, the guy was chilling out?
Maybe Lowainâs super cool guy attitude was rubbing off on him. Made enough sense. He raises his brows at the proposition, pouting his lips as he hums, considering it. He couldnât deny that some people had fun in different ways. What he had fun with wasnât always what someone like, a hot lady knight would think was fun. He knew that.
So what the hey, this was valid enough.
âOkay, Iâm in. But like, donât be laughinâ at me if itâs not what you expected, kay? Iâm more of like, a magic and daggers kinda guy, so my punches ainât that great. So like, long as you agree on that--â
Lowain took the opportunity of the man possibly having his guard down to take his hit, aiming to slug him across the face, which was...maybe not the best place to aim, but too late! They were already here!Â
Should his punch land, it would connect with his jaw, with a surprising amount of speed and force behind it for what a lithe little cat man he was.Â
No one said he had to fight clean.