He was just checking on the connection on his phone - yup, four bars and satallite backup - when he heard an unfamiliar voice.  The instinct of a soldier and that of a sniper who hates the disturbance of his peace and quiet had Niko turning on a dime, not entirely relaxing since this newcomer caught him at a bad moment.  When he apologized, the young sniper did calm down.  It was just this man's way of engaging a flair for the dramatics, it seemed.  Well, there was nothing wrong with that, he supposed.  The timing was a bit strange, though, finding someone about his age coming up to him.  After all, he was neither the semi-finalist, nor the champion, and this didn't look like someone from the military either.  In fact, he looked like a proper martial artist, and he was definitely into zen and the art of the haiku.

[color=92278f]"Not really one of my pasttimes.  Poetry, I mean.  More of a novel-reader, myself."[/color]

Or compilations books.  As long as it told a story, that was more a format for him.  And he was aware that some poems [i]were[/i] stories, like The Raven, but what he meant was chapter and paragraph over stanza and verse.  In any case, the newcomer explained his presence before him.  Wu Han had apparently come to enter the tournament, but didn't make it in time for the sign-up.  That was a shame, but...wait a minute, he wanted to WHAT?

[color=92278f]"Hold on, why do you wa- HEY!"[/color]

Niko was suddenly on guard, not because of the request put to him, but because the one asking it didn't wait for an answer and obviously wasn't taking 'No' as a possibility!  All at once, Wu had taken an unusual stance and thrust forward with a kick-

[u]Grabbing, Twisting Reaction Stance[/u]

Health: 121
Power Level: 121

--Attack: 30
---Speed: 61
-Defense: 30

[i][color=92278f]...huh?[/color][/i]

-but he was going to be surprised afterwards that the kick never reached him or the hands that he had readied to grab and effectively force a man to twist or spin down to the ground by controlling their motions via the ankle.  This was going to be...a little different, it seemed.