Oof. Now there was a surprise. When the two of them went on that one request together, Elfman was fully under the impression that Gyrain wasn’t the type to attempt to throw hands, mostly in his lack of confidence in proper hand-to-hand combat. He’d even come to excuse it with his master not quite being for ‘dirtying their hands’, or something along those lines. But there they were, and the giant felt a square smack against his jaw, knocking him back a step and having him rub at his chin to feel the blow.

However... “...Nah. Not at all. This much can’t budge a Man.” ...he smirked. Looking to the twink, fists clenched as his shoulders dropped. This was definitely a bout-ready stance. “But a sneak attack isn’t Manly at all. If ya wanted a fight, you coulda just said so.” His tone of voice was disturbingly calm. As if he was expecting it. Arms raised to chest level, he cracked his knuckles. “Get ready.”

        :: Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ :: – It was not often that Hawkmoth would make himself present on the battlefield. However this was not a battle, but rather a small chit chat with a unique little…creature. This particular self proclaimed heroine always intrigued him. Such a weak little think, but the weak always prove to have a bite to them.              He was a safe distance away, after all he was an observer not a fighter. Up on the roof tops and hidden enough by the chimneys that not just anyone could see him. But his voice could be heard, and thankfully the young squid user was on patrol by herself.