[@Doc Doctor]

[b]Steer[/b]:

[i]{Recarded.}[/i]

He was only lucky, truth be told. Had Tom done something or just dodged the projection, truth be told he probably would have had Steer on the defensive, what with the nut kick and all. Regardless, such wasn’t the case and both fighters found themselves momentarily paused. Steer was tense, one eye shut tight and frowning because he expected Tom to be on him or send something utterly weird, wacky, but efficient/effective magic wise…instead a pair of glasses and of all things a little person appeared. Glasses were handed to Tom and like that the little person was gone. Any pain once in his ballsack was gone just because his mind, his body was focused on the absurdity of it all. He blinked, shook his head and stood up, tilting his head to one side then the other, eyes shut, shoulders rolling before of all things a lopsided grin formed on his pale white face.

“You aint to bad yourself. That spell stuff you got comes in handy, offensive wise and er…well, utility wise.”

From base observations. His own ‘ability’ had faded, both Chi and Anger-Chi, not because he couldn’t maintain them, but moreso for a slight ‘honor’ reason. They were obviously restarting, mostly because they both had sort of outdid the other in certain aspects and Steer didn’t mind. The stance taken seemed simple but the old boys back in the day, despite being straightforward and not so tact with their punches, knew how to throw them. Luckily, despite his somewhat more ‘Eastern’ training in terms of melee and martial arts, he knew the slgihts and in and outs of boxing.

“Well, since the wager is over…How do you wanna do this, Mr. Tom? TKO, submission, etc? Stick to fists this time or go with whatever flow both of us are feeling?”

Best to ask now. He had a feeling Tom wouldn’t exactly answer him or be straight with him, advantages and possibility of vengeance on Toms part made Steer think this, but you never know, right? Right. Steer inhaled a breath of air, knees bent slightly, right foot sliding back and both arms coming up in what Steer called a ‘Walled Box’ formation, forearms facing Tom while fists stood up and covered his lips. To the question his brow quirked and he thought real hard. Sadly he wasn’t born during that time and the time after was, well…Literal ALIENS fucking things up, he did remember some of the shows his father showed him, who was old enough to know a few shows and have the ability to show them to Steer as a kid.

“…Ren and Simpy.”

Why did he feel like he was going to regret saying this, despite his prepared stance?