[center][b][i][u][color=f26522]Cochise Tarak[/color][/u][/i][/b][/center]

The Easterner would simply grow quiet as the two began quiet and as she was knocked on her feet, breathing in and out slowly to try and gather up what composure he could again. He simply thought to himself on how if he did any decent at all, and maybe that he had not held back at all, although he seemed to have at least learned that the others preferred lighter... spaced out blows over his preferred singular, well-aimed powerful ones, and that they all seemed to like using their legs straight off in combat for whatever reason as well.

He'd offer a nod off to the pinkette as he'd go to back off, crossing his arms across his chest as he'd go to speak, "Well... apologies for being the way I... was."

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