Xi and his opponent were now in sword combat, the stakes had been raised as it was obvious that the Thai warrior's blade was of magic properties, just like his own. The longer he thought about what foriegn mystical energies the blade might possess the more intimidated he found himself, his non sword arm was still fairly sore from the armbar attempt and began to throb with annoying pain.  Xi forced his shaolin discipline to focus him.

[i]Worthy opponent, prepare to bleed![/i]

Xi snapped forward with a darting thrust, keeping his toes light on the ground as his feet landed, ready to pivot or kick if needed.