[ He rolls his eyes at her warning. (Because of course he wouldn’t let a lackluster compliment like that go to his head. His ego is already healthy and overstuffed as it is; there’s hardly any room.)
That little challenge sticks between his ribs, as she likely knew it would, flung with the same precision as one of her daggers. He recognizes it for what it is: she’s prodding at him, goading him, trying to get a reaction.
... He kind of hates that it works. ]
We can go again. I’m good.
Peter puffs out an aggravated little sigh – directed mostly at himself – moving into position atop the mats again. He sinks back into his usual defensive position – a boxer’s stance, with both fists up, knees slightly bent. Influenced by one too many viewings of Rocky, certainly, but it’s worked out for him over the years. Mostly. ]
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That little challenge sticks between his ribs, as she likely knew it would, flung with the same precision as one of her daggers. He recognizes it for what it is: she’s prodding at him, goading him, trying to get a reaction.
... He kind of hates that it works. ]
We can go again. I’m good.
Peter puffs out an aggravated little sigh – directed mostly at himself – moving into position atop the mats again. He sinks back into his usual defensive position – a boxer’s stance, with both fists up, knees slightly bent. Influenced by one too many viewings of Rocky, certainly, but it’s worked out for him over the years. Mostly. ]