Billy
*A clean block, Horace could admit that much. But his opponent lacked imagination in his attacks. Or perhaps the Kitsune was too extravagant himself. With a fist flying to his face, the blond would slip it by ducking down. Using what brief opening there was to send an uppercut up against Misha's chin.*
"Gotta try hardee than that!"
Chris
*Misha didn't think long before he put one foot back and leaned his body to avoid the fox's sneak attack. Things were really getting fun, he just hoped his time undercover wasn't nearing its end. Taking advantage of the movement, the cat rotated his body so he could use his foot to aim at Horace's jaw.*
Billy
*And harder he'd certainly try, as the stranger would slip his punch and return with his own powerful attack. An attack Horace couldn't find himself able to dodge, as it makes contact and sends him flying.*

*Collapsing on the floor with a thud, he glares back up at Misha, before smirking.*
"That was good! Do it another hundred times and we might get somewhere!"

*The blond would seem to wipe away a trail of blood from his lip, as he stumbles back to his feet, hands up in a guard.*
Chris
"Hah! I think the fox talks too much and does too little!"

*He didn't worry about his friend at the moment, well, he didn't worry because he knew he could handle it. If anyone was iron, it was Horace. And Mai had seen that more times than she wished.*

*In an offensive stance, Misha approached the kitsune, keeping one of his feet forward while one of his hands flew toward his belly, hitting it full on.*

"Stay focused, ***Horace!***"