Smirking, he bothered himself enough to cast a glance at the lycan.<em>Hm, so he can take a light punch. At least he wasn't down after that, seeing as I barely used any of my own power. His momentum alone was enough to take him down a notch.</em>He watched the lycan girl intently.<em>Hm, I think she's trying to take my job. Make faults out of the other fighter's style. Interesting, she may even be smarter than I first anticipated.</em><br/><br/>When she came at him, he stood there not moving an inch. He laughed when she stood there, looking foolish with fist drawn back, but no intention of striking. "So, you think you can beat me at my own game, eh? Sorry, love, not happening," he told her, stepping forward, his lead leg now behind her own leg. His own fist cocked and struck with lightning speed, likely faster than most of the weaker vampires in the room. He excelled in technique and tactical prowess, however, above all else.<br/><br/><em>Is she dodges, she'll trip over my leg.. Takes the hit, she'll be reeling, falling over my leg again.. I am pressuring her, meaning her rate of choosing the correct choice is below thirty percent, at best. A duck would be best, but I'll follow up with a downward elbow, if that happens.</em>