Xing was bleeding and in a fair amount of pain but inside his warrior spirit he was happy, he was at home. This is where Xing wanted the fight to be, up close and personal, this is what he trained 60 years for, he was an endless monk, there was no way he could be upset with a martial arts fight, even if he was now probably fighting for his own life. The karate punch missed, the werewolf span lowto pivot underneath the attack and countered with a backwards sword thrust.  Xing Yi had probably seen this attack 1000 times during training at the temple, and this was why he kept his left hand ready to guard. He swung his left forearm in front of his own body and once again heard the blade clash with his magical gauntlets, it was a beautiful thing. 

He then followed it up seamlessly now finding his rhythm with the beats who was ducked low in front of him to drive the elbow of his right arm that just threw the punch right into the werewolf's back, and to follow up that with a rising right knee, hopefully to catch the beast in his chest or his chin.

[color=fff200]All thing's considered, I will admit I'm having fun.[/color]