[Dojima, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, leather woodsman garb on his body, with a hunting rifle in one hand and an axe in the other, gave the other man a careful look over. Not judging, persay-- Assessing. He didn't like fighting unless absolutely necessary, but considering how this guy was glaring at him, and how his ears and tail were positioned- it didn't seem like they'd get out of this without a brawl.]

...

[Kneeling down, he carefully put the rifle on the ground, and then the axe-- he didn't want to drop it and make it fire accidentally, it didn't look like rifles like these had 'safety' locks like his own revolver did. Getting back up, he dusted his pants off, and returned the other man's intense gaze.]

... Let's go with no punches to the face or 'below the belt'. ...Thighs and legs are free game, just no cheap shots.

[He moved into a stance, carefully watching the other man. So who makes the first move?]