Gigue had intended to take stance right after the step, but his opponent was persistent in their tactics, still trying to gain distance on him. And so, rather than putting his left behind the right, he drew both feet together and took a chasing step with it, and even with Sigurd continuing his retreat, the man would only gain about 4 feet to work with.

The pith of Gigue's tactics seemed to be aggression, yet for some reason, he suddenly halted his approach - but for a second, of course. His right foot shifted towards the left, toe in line with its heel, and stopped there, leg slightly bent. The result would be a spring-loaded, explosive stance, from which he could move quickly and move far; as a tradeoff, his balance would be easily disturbed - but it was doubtful that Sigurd's would have the guts to take it after showing such a cautious mindset.

Thus, the brawler stood still, patiently awaiting the warrior's next move, as a sprinter waits for the gun to fire. The longer his opponent hesitated - a second, two seconds - the better, as the pain form his wound had subsided, finally letting Gigue relax the tensed muscles and open up his arm's constricted bloodflow, a prickling warmth washing over it and bringing relief. Soon, he'd have it in working condition again.