Ichi halts in place as he feels The Shadow's fist make contact. He feels his shoulders tighten and he sinks into a lower stance, gripping his cane with both hands. It's difficult for him to concede to the fair touch, it's bruised his ego to have been outmaneuvered by the man, and so he keeps his tense position, fighting the temptation to strike out.
His temper cools after a few spare moments, and he gives a wry smile. He remains ready, though.
"You have the first hit." There's a hint of betraying reluctance in his voice at the acknowledgment. "Want to continue?" He'll take silence as consent.
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Date: 2009-10-16 12:13 am (UTC)His temper cools after a few spare moments, and he gives a wry smile. He remains ready, though.
"You have the first hit." There's a hint of betraying reluctance in his voice at the acknowledgment. "Want to continue?" He'll take silence as consent.