Kol paused, calmly placing the pair of Sixty-pound barbels on their rack and looked at Kris. "If you're that willing to get thrashed, I'd be glad to pummel you."<br/><br/>He stretched slightly, idly rolling his shoulders as he walked to the sparring mat, looking at Kris. "So, boxing, pugil sticks, or bare-knuckle?"<br/><br/>He waited silently at the edge of the mat, large hands flexing slightly as he settled into a boxer's stance, legs slightly apart, one hand up high, the other guarding his midsection, letting Kris try for the first shot.