"Bear, hugs are for your body. That's how they work, dear," he deadpanned, amused by the nonchalance of it all. While Sinjin looked like he was feeling the heat, Bear was fresh as a daisy. What a bastard.
"It takes a lot of patience and failure to get something like that engineered to be that light while retaining strength and flexibility. Took me years to get it to this point." Years of planning led to years of production led to a product he felt comfortable actually putting to the test. Thankfully, he had reliable funding throughout it all.
"Black and grey. Classic secret military facility colors. Noted." And it was. Ben scribbled the note in the margins of his paper. While it wasn't the most important bit of feedback, it was input nonetheless and he appreciated it. "Sinjin," he called over the thud and clatter of blades hitting Bears chest and falling to the floor. "How are you holding up? Any complaints about the armor? I can do nothing about the man you agreed to fight."
As if on cue, Bear let out another war cry and grabbed the bat. Ben grimaced and bracing himself for the initial hit. Seeing the men beat each other like this reminded him of the only "fight" he'd ever been in...if you called two Neo Nazis breaking his nose and busting his ribs outside a disco in '74 a fight. "You are all insane," he muttered, not realizing he'd written the sentiment down in his notes.