[Sanzo rarely ever took a book by its cover. After all, he was a twig of a man himself, and he knew men far shorter than Abelas that could bring down entire buildings with a single swing of their fist. But it was more how his opponent presented himself as he entered the arena that left the monk dubious to the encounter.
Are you sure you're in the right place little guy?]
Well then, if you insist. Let's say we both shut our traps and get going?
[Here, he'll even take his stance first, giving you a moment to brace yourself. None the less, when he does sprint towards you Sanzo did what he knew best. For him every fight, even those for fun, were life or death. And despite his initial concerns he was not going to hold back on his new opponent. Instead swinging his leg up with all the skill of a master martial artist, seeming to move fairly easily despite the weight of his robes, and aiming to strike a blow along the side of Abelas head with all of his strength.]
Oh Abelas you poor elf
Are you sure you're in the right place little guy?]
Well then, if you insist. Let's say we both shut our traps and get going?
[Here, he'll even take his stance first, giving you a moment to brace yourself. None the less, when he does sprint towards you Sanzo did what he knew best. For him every fight, even those for fun, were life or death. And despite his initial concerns he was not going to hold back on his new opponent. Instead swinging his leg up with all the skill of a master martial artist, seeming to move fairly easily despite the weight of his robes, and aiming to strike a blow along the side of Abelas head with all of his strength.]