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[b]Steer[/b]:

[i]{Instant regret.}[/i]

Yeah oh yeah, he was regretting it already. He should of kept his big mouth shut but Tom heard anyway and he said and obvious spell incantation that in reality, Steer had no clue what to deduce what would happen or even predict it. Such was usually the way with magic, honestly, but it tended to be more direct to. Toms arsenal reminded the whimsical martial artist of ideas concocted and cooked up during inebriation and laughed/joked about after the fact. Nothing wrong with it, Steer could appreciate the simplicity and quickness of it, though the thought of what possibly was gonna happen made him huff behind his fists, the left part of his lips tugging up in a toothy smile.

“Just to let you know, if you turn me into Powdered Toast man, [b]THEN [/b] we’ll have actual problems. I used to have dreams of cinnamon and a man flying backwards to dropkick me in the face when I was little.”

Humor again, though he wasn’t lying. Submission and he had to go first again…he nodded, a thought or two passing his head, that hidden smirk never leaving his head as he found himself rather…Happy, with everything at the moment. The fight, his opponent, the people around them with their cheers and jeers, even the surrounding area. Despite what it was all for, it was oddly soothing to Steer and it concocted into a light bit of Happiness he enjoyed…and was intent on soon utilizing, should things get hazy. Hidden Schematics aside, Steer took a step forward with his right foot, stopped just in case (if there was one thing he learned Tom was quick and resourceful and was good at acting while you were in the process) then, instead of stepping forward, he slid his left foot forward gradually. After the right step his left side had turned back a bit, which was odd given how his knees were slightly bend and how he was sliding his left foot forward, but it served its purpose. That foot or two breached, left side reared back a bit but left foot moving forward, Steer attempted what he called a ‘Light-Left Hook’, the swing of his left forward added in with his left foot sliding up giving the punch attempt (the former ‘Wall’ left fist moving appropriately to accommodate this) a bit of momentum but nothing wild, just a simple boxing measure with a simple ploy.

Back to melee, or so Steer hoped, everything aside from the punch still in place and secretly planned, just in case!