The spear found home in the meat of your torso, he made himself promise to buy you something nice afterwards to make up for it. Yanking himself forward in a dive kick where you were knocked on your back, the breath knocked from your lungs. Quickly regaining your footing as he stepped back and did the same, retrieving one of his whips and beginning to swing it down in a large arch, clipping your face as you jumped back to avoid the attack. Wiping the blood from your wound as you looked at him