[ He's quick. Quicker than he expected for a man of his stature—but no matter. The Wanderer is just as quick to adjust as he spies the faint tensing of Hong Lu's muscles suggesting his attacks—and dodges the blow to the knee. His arm blocks the kick to the chin—Hong Lu hits decently hard, but it's not anything usual for a human—and then he jumps back to put space in between him and the other man.
He's content to be on the defensive as he slowly learns the other man's style. Between the two of them, he's more than confident that he will outlast the other in a battle of endurance, so he can afford to play at patience. He waits for Hong Lu to approach again. ]
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He's content to be on the defensive as he slowly learns the other man's style. Between the two of them, he's more than confident that he will outlast the other in a battle of endurance, so he can afford to play at patience. He waits for Hong Lu to approach again. ]