[lord, his hands are enormous...! epel doesn't even have to think about the corresponding size of sett's, er, work gloves to start getting worked up. (they're so warm, and rough with calluses... meanwhile, what with the mandatory regimen of creams and lotions and tonics, epel's hands are actually smoother now than when he first enrolled at nrc.) ]
Wrists straight, aim with the flats... Okay!
[he grits his teeth and steels himself!! muscles tense, forearms up to guard his face. (he's used to getting hit, too—always by bigger guys, since there aren't too many smaller ones to begin with, after all.) (but, once again, probably never by anyone this much bigger.)]
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Wrists straight, aim with the flats...
Okay!
[he grits his teeth and steels himself!! muscles tense, forearms up to guard his face. (he's used to getting hit, too—always by bigger guys, since there aren't too many smaller ones to begin with, after all.) (but, once again, probably never by anyone this much bigger.)]