The man was surprisingly nimble, Vallen forced himself not to tense in reaction. [i]'A leaf on the wind.'[/i] he told himself.

With a slight shift of his weight Vallen pivoted on his leading foot, the other smoothly gliding around behind him as he narrowly avoided the attack by dipping down and twisting to the side. (His left, his opponents right.)
His right forearm swung up as assurance to guide his opponents right arm, by the elbow, over and past his head. Keeping it up in guard he would try keep it connected or as close to that passing arm as possible.
Standing as close as they were, Vallen at and facing his opponents side. Pressing against his opponents elbow would hinder any natural course of action to turn right and create an awkwardness for a punch from the left hand. Still neither impossible.

Vallen's stance was strong but he was at the ready to interrupt his opponents. As soon as Sutemasu was to try reposition his feet, Vallen would throw out a short sharp kick. Like a flick Vallens opposing foot would dart straight out across and return back again. The outer blade of his foot aiming to catch the ankle of Sutemasu's raised foot at the exact moment that his weight shifted back to it but just before it landed on the ground. Knowing of stances and having already familiarised himself with the ground around them he would aim to upset him with unsettling footing and an over extended stance.

Meanwhile his left hand had not remained idle. Bringing it back closer to his body his arm slightly tilted down as his hand disappears into the sleeve of his cloak. 
Vallen's style of fighting was not taught for competition or glory. It was not to settle arguments or boast of ones strength. With a philosophy devoted to peace, combat was a drastic last resort. Only for when someone needed to die. And die they would, quickly.
Therefore he would not 'take it easy'. In its very nature it was ruthless, cold and efficient. 

In an instant a long thin blade had protruded the middle fingers of his palm-up left fist while two smaller poked around the edges of either side. He held a sai as a punching dagger, his fingers tightly wrapped around its arms while the very bottom of the hilt still sat in his bracer. 

Cautiously he kept it out of site until he was ready to attack.

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