The first part, at least, he's used to. His time with Zapp is all anticipation, all waiting for the next idiotic move. The second part, surprisingly, he's also a bit ready for thanks to Kirk's preparation beforehand. With something that's far more mechanical than graceful but is still successful, Kif moves to the right spot to redirect the blow to the side.

For a moment, his expression brightens. He got one. But more swings follow, and each blow gets only barely dealt with at the last moment until he gets slammed by the final swing and Kif stumbles backward. If this had been a real fight, he'd be down. It's not a comforting thought.

"I was meant to be a leatherworker," he says to Kirk. "I have to learn this and I have to be better but I wasn't made for it."