Huh. This is a weird one.
Roger was used to fighting burly dudes, or at least dudes of his own variety. This guy warranted much curiosity. He sure as hell didn't look like a fighter. But maybe he was a martial arts master. Maybe he knew Tai Kwon Do or Akido or something. Or maybe, he was about to get his ass kicked. Roger would find out in the next few minutes.
He swooped forward, closing the distance between his opponent quickly and efficiently, staying in a low boxer's stance; feet spread about shoulder's width, with his arms up, guarding his face. When he moved, it almost looked as though he was bouncing around.
Roger's first attack would be simple and straightforward, and it was his favorite way to get the ball rolling in a fight. He launched a lightning fast right jab for Quin's face. It would almost assuredly be blocked, but even if it wasn't, it wouldn't amount to much more than a bitch slap. |