1stmacleod

Connor takes a few healthy gulps of scotch, rocks on his heels, and stretches slowly. First one arm, then the other, shoulders popping and rolling. He always carries tension in his neck and shoulders, and he's tensed up there now, and wants to work that out before the next round. He looks a little tired, though. "I trained... under an immortal in Japan, older than me, older than you I'll bet, maybe older than both of us put together. He must've taught me every trick there is for focus, control, letting go of your anger and staying calm..." Obviously it didn't stick, is what he's getting at.