Ryuku wanted to follow, to step inside that range even as Arctrurios began spinning that deadly weapon. He knew he could avoid the blade if he kept himself extremely close. But, he did not, staying on top of his opponent and preventing the use of his weapon, while smart, wouldn’t be nearly challenging for the Monk.

So, Ryuku took a step away from Arctrurios, then merely stopped and let his opponent play out his dance. Spinning the weapon with deadly furry, he would find Ryuku unmoving, only smiling as he watched the display of skill. “Excellent. Truly excellent.”

After a moment his smile became somewhat of a grin that came ear to ear, Ryuku was enjoying this. “I will wait until you have collected yourself, I did not mean to rattle you so soon. My apologies, warrior. But, perhaps now you have learned some respect, yes?” His tone was far from mocking, and he was actually sincere, he meant to impart knowledge on the man – even if that came at the end of a fist.

“Are we ready?” He finally asked, lowering himself once again while at the same time rising to the balls of his feat, his balance evenly distributed, a mirror stance to last time.