Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[JaaY]

"Well Sean, as to the matter of some hypothetical saboteur discharging a weapon at my person - assuming they incapacitate Grengar at first of course, which is unlikely enough in itself - they'd have to... Ah, well, it's better to show you, oui?"

Achille, fluidly, kicked away the stool and opened his arms, staring at Sean with an air of the expectant.

"...Well go on then friend, hit me. I hear you've got the haymaker of a heavyweight."

Sean was so startled about Achille's statement, that he just stared at him for a moment. Did Achille just ask him to punch him?
Back on Leeds, in the pubs, he expierienced quite a lot of brawls. Ususally, when they finishing fighting; the results were broken glasses and bottles, a charge against someone and a several broken bones or limbs. Compared to other situations he faced earlier, every aspect was the same. Except one: Achille was certainly not drunk. He only had a single glass, so Achille couldn't be intoxicated. That made Sean look at the situation in a sceptictal way.
Should he do it risk it anyways? He was confident that it wouldn't cause too heavy injuries.

"...and you're sure that...I mean...seriously?..."

Sean was in doubt that this would go well. He had a look to Gregar, who still sat motionless next to the entrance.

"...do you really want me to...? Well, then..."

He clenched his hand into a fist and rose it not too high, to not break bones. Then his fist flew forward, into Achille's face, aiming for his jaw.

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