"Yeah!" There he goes, he's starting to get his bounce back. "Just like sparring. S'gonna be fine, hey? I toss you around a little bit, we get outta here, then we go back to doin' what we do best." Which is, of course, living the fuck the police life.

He lazily swipes his hands out at Jet's a few times, trying to land a few light smacks on him. To... what? Get him warmed up? To release some of his own chaotic energy? It's a mystery. Regardless, it's a Thing that's happening.

"No face shots though. And no nut shots."