Reinhardt watches that strange gauntlet get tosses and his face splits into a massive grin. "That's the way! We do this with HONOR!!" Because that's what he likes. He likes a fair and honest fight. Not that he wouldn't have gone against this beast of a man with the glove on. But this is so much better. He actually bounces on his heels thinking about just the sort of fight he was going to get. He hasn't had a good hard fight in years.

He might have been too excited because he takes that punch right to the jaw. It's like punching a wall and after that first punch, one foot slides back to brace himself and his opposite arm, his shield arm, comes up to defend. It's habit. He's not fast. Not without his armor. But he's very tough. He braces against the onslaught, those punches enough to actually push him back a little.

"Impressive, little boy!" He calls out over the yells and cheers of the crowd. "You are worthy!" That said, he's not going to just stand and take it anymore. Instead, he takes a swing with his own fist, the punch traveling in a wild arc. It's a distraction from his shield arm pushing forward as well, as if to do a shield bash, though without the barrier, it would be a very thick elbow to the face