Kyle shrugged, a casual and slow rolling of his shoulders. "Well, bein' overconfident isn' always bad." This coming from the one with the healing factor. His eyes went wide and he pulled his hand quickly back as the other yelped. "'M sorry, 'm sorry!" he blurted sheepishly out, shrinking back a bit.
His next comment had Kyle blinking and looking back at the destroyed robots, thick brows knitting up. "They do?" He tilted his head back and thought. Well, he guessed it had been getting progressively harder to score hits, he thought perhaps they were just upping the program difficulty of the training exercise. "Huh, guess maybe they do." Gibs had a very fluid and unpredictable fighting style, so it made predicting his actions more difficult.
"Heh, ya didn' do anythin' 'at really hurt me." He shrugged, not seeming at all concerned. Ear was still ringing a little but that too would stop. "Ya sure ya don' want me t' get ya t' medical?" he wasn't moving very fast, it looked like he could need the help.