And Sparkle was just fine with being punched at by pretty people. Even more when it was a slow punch that paid more attention to form than force. It meant that he could take a second to get his own form right, to move his arm the way Atton had in order to deflect the swing.

He had plenty of experience with punching, but not so much with blocking.

"There, was that good? Like, did that swing feel comfortable to throw?"