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While he had escaped the heat for a few days by going to his wonder, Shoqafa couldn't simply stay there indefinitely. He only had so much water there, after all -- the supply he'd slowly built up was already almost entirely gone, meaning he'd need to start to build it up again, but that was a problem for future Shoqafa. For now, he needed to make sure there wasn't anyone up to no good and taking advantage of the heat.

Thus it was he came to the park -- the sun had set, taking some of the heat with it, though much of it still radiated from the ground beneath them -- and saw...well, someone strange.

Are those...? No, they can't be, that can't be real...

Clearly someone didn't consider all the ramifications of there being people who came from somewhere other than Earth when he had met the merchant before, but he slowly moved closer to what appeared to be a guy with animal ears, and rather than do the common sense thing of asking about them, he reached a hand out to try and pet them.

Honestly, Shoqafa should have realized that simply going to pet ears -- even ears he was sure were fake -- was a breach of privacy, but with the heat came a distinct lack of judgement that he otherwise was really good about. But even so, he hadn't expected the quick, angry reaction that he got.

"...those were real..." There was a moment as he watched the other before clearing his throat and actually stepping back, holding his hands in front of him. He wasn't sure if sweat could be seen from beneath his...attire, but he was certainly feeling it.

"Ahem. My apologies, I...thought they were fake. They simply looked..." No, no, he couldn't say cute, never call someone angry cute, first rule of...something. Right? "...soft. Very, very soft. I have a fondness for soft things, but I should have asked instead of just...assumed."

Shoqafa let out a heavy sigh, hands lowering but still open, still watching Fang's movements. "I didn't say you weren't taking care of yourself. Even taking care of something, sometimes it doesn't...well. Sometimes, fur isn't so soft, even with all of the bathing and grooming possible, there's not often anyone that...has fur like that."

Was he stammering a little bit? Maybe.

"You're right, though, that it's too hot for anger...but what are you going to do if someone tries to hurt you despite the heat? There's a lot of crimes of opportunity going on from people who are...able to deal with the heat long enough to beat or steal things from someone or somewhere. You...given your stance earlier, I assume you do know how to defend yourself...right?"

Shoqafa only had a very limited...bit of information about anything not from Earth, so he could only work with what he had, and he was trying as best as he could, at least. Thus, he tried to give Fang time to...well. Talk, yes, but also to relax. Even with the sun setting and night starting to set in, it was still pretty hot.

He couldn't help the soft smile on his face, however, as Fang admitted where his strengths and weaknesses were.

"For what it's worth, I'm the opposite?" He moved close enough to crouch down -- heat rose, after all, so it was cooler closer to the ground. "Most people don't know how to fight animals, how to fight with nothing but instinct. Not without a lot of training to make it a learned instinct, at least. But people, humans will exploit that if they realize your strengths, use them against you."

He kept quiet for a moment, chewing on his lower lip. "I can teach you some, that's...actually what I do for a living -- outside of, y'know, this whole getup. Teaching people to fight, to defend, to survive. I won't force you to learn, but if you wanted...."

Shoqafa watched Fang carefully, making mental notes, falling more into the 'instructor' mindset than the 'knight' mindset, posture seeming to relax as he took in what all was there.

"When you fight, use everything at your disposal. Items nearby can be made into weapons. Your body is a weapon, one that you can train better than any other."

He moved to almost mirror Fang's position, but there was a slight difference. "Feet slightly further apart, up on the balls of your feet to maximize maneuverability. Hands not directly in front of your face but where you can block incoming blows." There's a pause before, "Know where your enemy's weak spots are. Eyes, neck, solar plexus," one of his hands moved lower to show exactly where that was given it wasn't the easiest thing to find. "Front of the throat. Remember that. If the fight is...not dire, be careful. Eyes are difficult to impossible to heal if hurt in the exact right way. If you nick the right spot on the side of the neck, they can bleed out easily. Front of the neck is the windpipe, enough pressure will be lethal. Solar plexus and lower is safer if you don't want it to be that bad but need to get away. But if you're fighting for your life, nothing is off limits."

He shifted again, moving into a position that was better for his body, his center of gravity, still on the balls of his feet and hands in front of his face. "Hair pulling, tripping, throwing, anything and everything is permitted when you need it. Some people, for whatever reason, won't do that. Those people often don't last long when things get bad."

There's a pause before, "You likely know most of this, if not all of it, but it's important to know. So now...come at me." He wasn't going to attack -- but he'd also just infodumped on poor Fang.