An tried to see over the chaos that had brewed up on the dance floor. Annoyed that he had lost the slimy Rojai he almost missed the man’s question. Then it hit him, the man had asked to fight? Looking down at the man who had spoken, who happened to be dressed in a suit of dark colors, hard to tell in the club’s lighting if it was blue or black. Staring at him a moment, sizing him up, An thought about it a second. Rojai had managed to escape his justice, because of this club and its patrons. Lowering himself gently, a distance of 10 or so feet between them, as his feet touched the hard cold dance floor; An spoke quietly, [color=6ecff6]“That may not be the wisest thing.”[/color] However, it really didn’t matter did it? Rojai could wait, he would wait, there was not a place on earth that An couldn’t find him. The man before him, in his suit and cocky grin, the suave demeanor screamed that this man was not a normal man. No he was more than just a man, perhaps he was gifted as An was. If so then this would be a nice distraction, for now. An nodded towards the man, his voice low, barely audible over the music, [color=6ecff6]“Sure. Why the hell not.”[/color] With that An set up in the traditional Muay Thai stance, his hands held at about temple level, feet slightly wider than shoulder width apart and back slightly hunched. His weight perfectly balanced between defense and attack. On top of being able to move effectively in all directions, An could generate speed and power with his kicks. If the man before him were a skilled fighter, and he would have to be otherwise he would be on the ground unconscious in a matter of seconds, he would understand that the position of An’s hands and feet proclaimed him a right-hand dominate fighter. With a quick neck roll, An cracked his neck releasing the tension between the joints. Settling comfortably he waited, watching the man. Around him, those who had avoided the larger conflict realized that what were to happen here would put to shame the general brawling that was happening.