Daniel, caught in the momentum of his downward swing, saw the punches coming, the monk's staff flashing and transforming into a pair of fancy looking armoured gauntlets in the span of a heartbeat.

Nifty.

He straightened out of his finished attack as the first punch came hurtling in from low right, a swift uppercut aimed at his chin. He kept on straightening his body, leaning backward as he shifted his right foot forward slightly to elevate his head, while he craned his head backward. His left foot moved to the left slightly to maintain his balance from his shifted center of gravity. The fist whizzed right past his face, the monk's knuckles slapping the locks of long, snow white hair that dangled from his fringe.

He was fast, he'd give him that. Extremely fast.

Then the second punch screamed in from up high. Daniel shifted position, twisting his body to face the left (Xing Yi's right), while taking a step forward and to the right with his right foot, shifting his whole bulk away from the downward strike even as it whizzed by his face again, brushing by his hair and face. He planted his right foot firmly forward, the single step taking him within the reach of the monk. His left foot moved to plant itself behind him, his free left hand curling itself into a fist as he drew his left arm backward. Ice crystallised and formed into deadly sharp knuckle spikes on his balled fist.

[color=lightblue]"You say you trained in a blizzard, right?"[/color]

He smirked.

[color=lightblue]"But have you ever [i]fought[/i] a blizzard before?"[/color]

In a quick motion, he pivoted his body to face forward, swinging his left arm in a lightning fast left hook aimed squarely for Xing Yi's right cheek. A knockout punch against the monk's Iron Skin? Possibly, if he could endure it.