With a practiced ease, the tip of the spear punched through clothing, and even nicked flesh. If he wanted to, the power of the blow could have sent the spear tip right into his heart or lungs. But, with dedicated control over his strike, the only thing Han would have to worry about is a small nick. Some bleeding, yes, but not enough to endanger him. He might be left with a small scar, if that. "First, know thyself, Han. Then, know thy enemy." He pulled the spear back, and took a moment to produce a thin, raggedy cloth from the folds of his robe, and used it to remove the single droplet of blood that had stained the spear's tip.<br/><br/>"You have a lot of enthusiasm, but you allow your emotions to carry you away." As he spoke, Lu Shi Huan would go to retrieve the sword, and offer it back to Han. "Are you alright?" This was a sincere question. He had no desire to kill his opponent; under these circumstances, that would not be right action. No, right action, at least as far as this warrior understood it, dictated that he ensure his opponent would be able to leave the arena, alive and well.