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[standless]

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[detectivision]

[Nope, the heat doesn't bother him! Sherlock is also cheerier: he's left the events of April behind entirely, and all that matters is the game, the match.

The humans have started to divide the bout into rounds: there's a bell, now, and ninety-seconds-on-thirty-seconds-off.

Eventually, though, Sherlock will start to lag: he's put up a very good fight and kept it up with speed and harrying blows, but he's no simulacrum, he can't go forever. His reaction speed slows, and his hands grow heavy -- eventually, as the bell rings, he cries:]

Hold! Enough!

[There's sweat soaking his shirt, streaming down his brow, not from the heat but the exertion.]

[standless]

Phew..... [And Jonathan does so- only now perhaps proving that he as well was being chipped at, bit by bit by little bit. Sweating himself, he straightens from his boxer's 'crouch', wiping at his brow as he nods.]

We're calling it there then I presume? [he calls out, beaming despite the exhaustion.] A wonderful showing, Sherlock! You're quite the combatant!

[detectivision]

[As he fights to catch his breath, his clothing soaked:]

Thank -- thank you. You are -- you -- did not disappoint --

[wheeze! give him another second! he feels better than he has in ages and also like he's about to pass out!]

[standless]

I am quite happy to hear that! [Jonathan wheezes himself, nodding vigorously.] Perhaps now however, we ought get ourselves some water?