Joseph wasted no time and stuck a fist.
It sailed past our head.
-"You are ..."
Great Tiger flicked the giant in the nose.
-"Cheeky bastard."
Jo growled and kneeled us in the gut.
With hands laid on top of his leg, we somersaulted, landing behind him.
-"...a few centuries too young…"
Some students whistled and catcalled our foe. He launched himself, heel first against our temple.
Crouching low, the spirit of combat dodged.
-"...to lay a finger on me."
Joseph snarled. He went to the nearest wall and grabbed a Guan Dao. In plain English, long staff with cutting nastiness in the end.
-"Fight me, coward!"
From my front row in my subconscious, I dropped the bag of popcorn and slapped my face.
He didn't….
The amazonian lass looked between affronted and frightened to an inch on her life.
-"You dare?"
Any trace playfulness left the ancient spirit speech.
-"Honourless scum, you dare defile the sanctity of our duel?"
Big Jo answered with a lunge.