Micah bounced lightly on his toes as he took his gift from Liliya. He looked at the pants she had gotten him, and grinned. They were baggy legged as he liked, with a drawstring at the ankles so he could bind them if he wanted, which he usually did. He would just have to make a slot for his tail, and all would be good. His eyes bulged a bit at the tools, and a wide, gaping grin came to his face once he saw he had all he needed to do the finer work that he was trying to accomplish in powering the skeletal arm of his mecha. Overcome, he pounced at Liliya after setting his tools down, forgetting that the woman was not named Grace for a reason. In a matter of moments, the pair was rolling and tumbling about the room, fully into the sudden sparring match, complete with his odd vocal spits, and her Russian curses. Ivan stepped in a moment to refill his coffee, looked at the pair a moment, and shook his head before continuing on his way without a word to either party.<br/><br/>Micah often had the upper hand because of his wings. They served well in combat, helping his get an extra grip on his opponent, but more often than not, they were a detriment to him. A snag caused a tear that bled freely, and his nose bled a little as well. However, Liliya was no better herself, with a couple of good bites and scratches from his short nails and the claws tipping his wings. Micah had the upper hand for the moment, using his long frame to pin her down, before she got her booted feet against his chest and heaved. With a muted cry, he flew through the air, catching sight of Molly. <Duck!> he shouted mentally at the girl before sailing over her with a midair twist and slamming into the wall with a sickening crunch. His flight had not allowed him to fold his wings in time, and thus he snapped a couple of bones within his leading edge, making howl out while giving the sign for "Submit" to say he was down with sparring for the time being.