He grunted as her punches drove home into his ribs, though the blows didn't hold enough power to break the bone they were still enough to drive the breath out of him. When she stepped through and back, he followed her movement, bringing his right foot back and around to keep himself facing her. He tossed the broken cup aside as he did so, raising both arms into a loose boxer's stance, held at chin height with his head tucked as hers now was, left foot leading with slightly more weight shifted back onto his right. His breathing evened out as he watched her, noting that the cut above her eye could prove an advantage for him, thanks to the abundance of small blood vessels in the forehead. She wouldn't bleed out from it or anything of that sort, but it certainly had the possibility to obstruct her vision.

Now that she had her space, David simply took his stance and waited, idly wishing that he'd had the time to remove his jacket before this all started. It was unnecessarily constricting, and likely wouldn't survive this encounter intact. Such a shame to ruin a fine jacket.