Lark Tanked the punch with his entire mid-section flexed. He held his blade on Jenso's right with one hand, looked down at him for a second, and nodded with his lower lip pursed outward, as if to say 'not bad' or something along those lines. But his lips curved into a smile moments afterwards, and he rose his right foot up towards Jenso's chest, With a single motion, he kicked forward with a massive amount of force.