[While practically everyone Damian has fought has been bigger, mostly stronger, and even, occasionally, faster. (He should probably go fight the red panda. Fighting beside the little koan sprouter made him curious.)

He's already twisting away and down, aiming another hit - low, at a knee - and immediately after that, a kick - high, elbow or chest, if he can manage that.

He's already switching gears. His last sparring partner would probably be already in the air somehow, flamboyant and loud and yet somehow still unreachable - while this time, it's all about controlled force, precision.

Perfection.]