[ hong lu grins. the beckoning gesture is one that's universally understood. it reminds hong lu of the days he had practised with his older brother, though those bouts often ended in ways that suggested they were real bouts for at least one of them. without his guandao, hong lu knows his reach to be shorter. but the young man in front of him is also shorter than he is - he has an advantage in reach, he knows. then, he will simply have to press it, and see where it goes.
hong lu's body shifts, a single, fluid stroke of his hand, and suddenly he's crossed the distance between them - because hong lu has never had just the strength of a human. the first blow goes low for a knee, ]
Eyes up here~
[ and the second a right-quick kick up for the young man's chin. ]
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hong lu's body shifts, a single, fluid stroke of his hand, and suddenly he's crossed the distance between them - because hong lu has never had just the strength of a human. the first blow goes low for a knee, ]
Eyes up here~
[ and the second a right-quick kick up for the young man's chin. ]