The attack was sudden. In what seemed like a blur or a trick of light, The Old Man was upon him. Yin's trained eyes sought out both the the snaking right hand coming for him and the veering left it was luring him to. Seeing his passage, Yin steered himself rightwards and underneath the passing strike's contact point, avoiding both strikes. Yin took a few skips back away from The Old Man then stopped to regard him.<span style="font-style: italic">Both of those strikes were amateur at best, yet from his initial movement he declared that his true speed is greater. Is he goading me? Or is he wishing to engage me in sparring? I could have grabbed both his arms and kicked his jaw at the speed he chose to move. That would of been the end of him. But I can't do that. I can't let this opportunity pass, I know he's stronger than this. He is both unsettling me and exiting me, something I have never felt before. I must see his power.</span><br/><br/>"I know you wish to engage me in the traditional warming up rites of a bout. You're old and sentimental. But I know what this tradition is really for, it is for testing me and my style, looking for weak points. Gauging my technique. If you do this you will not succeed." Yin said with clarity, shaking his head and wagging his finger as he spoke. "From now on, if you're not trying to kill me you may find yourself killed. I don't play children's games." He drew out the last sentence, a warning jest at The Old Man's expense.<br/><br/>"My god, what did he just say!" The announcer boomed down the microphone. The crowds echoing a similar reaction to Yin's words.<span style="font-style: italic">Ah yes, to them our actions just now were phenomenal. They had not even seen speed like that in the preliminaries. Little do they know how fast we can truly be. I just compared the exchange to "children's games" when to them it is almost godly.</span>Yin noted, smiling knowingly. "It seems there's going to be much more in store for us yet ladies and gentlemen! According to these two incredible masters, the speed we've just seen was merely child's play!" The crowds roared at that, with the ferocity of a thousand bonfires. "We are witnessing Martial Arts history here folks! Stay tuned!"<br/><br/>Yin ignored the announcer and shouted towards the Old Man drawing his attention then darting forwards, a powerful thrusting left hook kick preceding him.<span style="font-style: italic">Shirīzukikkufukku!</span>Yin let loose two more swift kicks, all aimed for the Old Man's head.