Martin tried his best not to shudder. The man standing before him - supposedly his opponent - looked *tough*. Seeing him pull his shirt off, Martin unzipped his windbreaker - this way he could try to worm his way out of it, putting some balance to the fact there was no garment to grab Ferron by. The unimpressive look of his own torso kept him away from the idea of exposing it.
"A fight. Sure. My name's Martin. Given I haven't an idea how to start, feel free to begin with something. Maybe I can try the same move on you once I've picked up my teeth." With these words, Martin raised his right hand to his sternum and stood firmly, left foot slightly back, left arm to his side.
Preaching his own weakness was something of an overexaggeration. Martin had perfectly serviceable legs and back, product of years and years of walking, running and carrying. It was his arms which worried him - he never had to lift more than a heavy pack, and that only for long enough to swing it onto his shoulders. While it was never too late to begin, he suddenly wished he'd chosen to spend the last few months with a set of weights to lift. Still, he was only as much of a weakling as he was a shortarse, and he was 5'7.
Which put him in a good place when compared to most women, children and maybe even in an average crowd, but not next to a sports team where it mattered.
"A fight. Sure. My name's Martin. Given I haven't an idea how to start, feel free to begin with something. Maybe I can try the same move on you once I've picked up my teeth." With these words, Martin raised his right hand to his sternum and stood firmly, left foot slightly back, left arm to his side.
Preaching his own weakness was something of an overexaggeration. Martin had perfectly serviceable legs and back, product of years and years of walking, running and carrying. It was his arms which worried him - he never had to lift more than a heavy pack, and that only for long enough to swing it onto his shoulders. While it was never too late to begin, he suddenly wished he'd chosen to spend the last few months with a set of weights to lift. Still, he was only as much of a weakling as he was a shortarse, and he was 5'7.
Which put him in a good place when compared to most women, children and maybe even in an average crowd, but not next to a sports team where it mattered.