Dojo (Part 2)

"You're tough, kid. You managed to push me with only a few seconds of battle and at a disadvantage. Who exactly are you?" 

Luke raised his neck slightly as he heard the question and saw a large man slowly emerge from the gloom. This guy had gray hair and beard, a blank stare, and a scar above his left eyebrow. The clothes he was wearing were relatively simple, but it was strange that he was wearing a beige cape if he was inside the dojo.

Not satisfied with his defeat, Luke stood up as he wiped with his left hand the bit of blood that had dripped down the sides of his lips. "I'm the one who should be asking you that question." He said and held up the water, raising his fists.

The man did not smile or manifest any expression other than his stern one. He then tried to jam his sword into Luke's belly.

However, the sword did not come close to hitting the half-wolf and was surprisingly reflected by his own hands.