Red mind head measured is opponents body based on the length of his arm during the fist bump. Now he knew the length of his arm, the spacing between his ribs, and every other part of his body that he needed for the mathematical equation that his brain quickly ran. Having a complete measurement of the man's body in his mind. His mind began to draw lines on every one of the weak points on the human body and each one of the Pressure points that a martial artist would want to remember where they are during the fight.

There was no reaction on Red face as his opponent moved back and forth and stepped close enough for him to hit him and then step back out. There was literally no response to his body movements whatsoever as if he actually didn't register the attempt. If his opponent would be paying attention carefully he would notice that Red's eyes seem absolutely deadpan no motion, no response his face in his body equally seem the same for a man standing in combat. It seemed as if no adrenaline was running through his body whatsoever. His breathing was almost at a perfect resting state as if he was sitting down relaxing or as if he was sleepwalking.

Red slowly begin to draw a line with his lead foot place foot back in the middle of a line that he drew on the sand. as a way of saying without words [b]from this point on this is where the fight will start here on this spot[/b].  If his opponent went right or left he would move keeping his body on that centerline basically putting him almost in control the center of the ring. His eyes never left his opponents chest. 

When he drew a line with his foot. Loudly towards the front of the crowd, a fan screams something out loud. The voice for some reason seemed to resonate over some of the others maybe was because of the intensity of the words or just how spontaneous they came out of that person's lungs the amount of force and intent. " OH SHIT, He doing it, Holy Shit!". The fans seem to be exploding with excitement.