He remained quiet as he saw the strike he made succeed. He was half tempted to shout in excitement, for the adrenaline coursing through his body, pumping him up and exciting him, made it feel like a good idea. But his discipline kept him in check; kept him from shouting, and kept him from going 'crazy', like some sort of berserker. He used the energy and strength the rush gave him constructively, and efficiently.<br/><br/>Instead, once the tentacles start popping out and lashing out at them, he'd take some steps backwards. Gripping the metal paddle firmly, he would strike out again; he did not attack with as much speed as the strange girl, but each of his swings is dedicated, and has a significant degree of force behind it.<br/><br/>Perhaps speed would have benefited him this day, but his fighting style, his way of training emphasized making each strike as powerful as it could be, and he simply could not bring himself to break out of iron-disciplined habit.<br/><br/>The girl was back in the fight, and he saw she was no slouch of a warrior; it seemed like she would be able to handle herself, so for the moment, Onbin was, in a pleasant surprise,doing pretty well himself; so his focus remained on whatever tentacles posed a direct threat to himself, or to Fuyuko and Elizabeth.