[Retaliation was something Damian expected; however, he hadn't quite been aware to what degree. Kanda's training was just that, focused, easy, no intense strength or passion behind it. He realizes he's tipped the pot, but feels more satisfied for it.
Kanda is taking him more seriously.
He's forced to defend, block the jabs by using a hand to twirl the end of the stave behind him, deflecting in a circular motion. It leaves him open. To land steady, he has to abandon the stave altogether. It clatters on the ground when he trips, but he now has his hands free to flip, make a solid landing low, almost on his knees.] My name is Damian Wayne.
Start remembering it now because you'll need to know it when I'm level six. [Taking a page out of Kanda's book, he slips his fingers under the stave and tosses it up and over at Kanda from one end. A distraction.
Rather than jumping up and down at Kanda, he goes low first: baseline slides, trying to hook his foot around Kanda's ankle to trip.]
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Kanda is taking him more seriously.
He's forced to defend, block the jabs by using a hand to twirl the end of the stave behind him, deflecting in a circular motion. It leaves him open. To land steady, he has to abandon the stave altogether. It clatters on the ground when he trips, but he now has his hands free to flip, make a solid landing low, almost on his knees.] My name is Damian Wayne.
Start remembering it now because you'll need to know it when I'm level six. [Taking a page out of Kanda's book, he slips his fingers under the stave and tosses it up and over at Kanda from one end. A distraction.
Rather than jumping up and down at Kanda, he goes low first: baseline slides, trying to hook his foot around Kanda's ankle to trip.]