First Rule Of Fight Club...

He watched in amusement as the blue male unveiled a set of practice dummies cloaked in full armor. Listening intently, he smirked slightly as he wondered what ideas the others would come up with. Good options, he supposed. While he was no expert, he had come up against a foe or two that were cloaked in gear. He didn't have any of his own, preferring to use his own natural weapons both offensively and defensively, though perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to consider some sort of armor at some point.

Moving over to a straw dummy of his own, he looked it over for a few moments before deciding. "Here, if the opponent moves in a way that exposes this area, even briefly," He pointed at the spot where the foreleg connected to the body, where the armpit area would be. "Here," He indicated again, pointing at the belly, "If you can knock them off their feet and get them on the ground," Then he walked around to the back of the dummy, a mischievous grin on his face. "While it won't kill them, there's free access to the balls, at that point I think they'd prefer to die."

"Speech"