For such a large man, Reinhardt is still pretty agile on his feet. But he's not made for the sort of maneuvering that Vax is doing. He's a man who stands and delivers, a full frontal assault before soaking as much damage as he can for the others on his team. Going after this man, chasing him around is a thrilling challenge, so different than the sort of battles or training he has done.
He misses the rocket boosters on his back that would have propelled him forward at ridiculous and reckless speeds. He'd surely get more than a single fingertips brush. As it is, he can feel the slide of the cloak, just out of his grip.
He feels a little victorious because at least the diverting worked. He is smiling so broadly his face hurts when he gets the agile man trapped between himself and that wall. But his efforts are pretty obvious. Keeping up with this younger man has him winded little. His breath comes in slight pants and there's sweat clinging to arms as big as some men.
He has the dignity not to lean against his knees. He won't show such weakness. Instead, he remains firm, a second wall, head slightly turned to keep the smaller man to his sighted side.
"Gravity did not take those ales. I saw you, my quick friend. Where I am from, taking a man's beer is a serious offence!" It's not. He's laughing too hard for that to be the truth. "It's better for you to just ask. Someone would surely just give you one."
He takes a step forward, looming not because he's trying to be intimidating but because being as tall as he is, that sort of comes with the territory. As he does, he reaches out, once more to just attempt a touch. Even a brush would be enough. He'd be happy to have managed that. "We don't know the people of this town. We don't know what offends them. I'm sure they're good people." Because everyone is that...until they prove to him they aren't. "But a good first impression is important, yes?"
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He misses the rocket boosters on his back that would have propelled him forward at ridiculous and reckless speeds. He'd surely get more than a single fingertips brush. As it is, he can feel the slide of the cloak, just out of his grip.
He feels a little victorious because at least the diverting worked. He is smiling so broadly his face hurts when he gets the agile man trapped between himself and that wall. But his efforts are pretty obvious. Keeping up with this younger man has him winded little. His breath comes in slight pants and there's sweat clinging to arms as big as some men.
He has the dignity not to lean against his knees. He won't show such weakness. Instead, he remains firm, a second wall, head slightly turned to keep the smaller man to his sighted side.
"Gravity did not take those ales. I saw you, my quick friend. Where I am from, taking a man's beer is a serious offence!" It's not. He's laughing too hard for that to be the truth. "It's better for you to just ask. Someone would surely just give you one."
He takes a step forward, looming not because he's trying to be intimidating but because being as tall as he is, that sort of comes with the territory. As he does, he reaches out, once more to just attempt a touch. Even a brush would be enough. He'd be happy to have managed that. "We don't know the people of this town. We don't know what offends them. I'm sure they're good people." Because everyone is that...until they prove to him they aren't. "But a good first impression is important, yes?"