Final Fight, First Half

Running at him with killing intent seemed like the most asinine thing to do right out of the get-go. That being said, there was still the temptation, the surge of impulse tensing my muscles itching to give it a try. 

Almost ashamed to admit it, but that was far from the only nonsensical idea to be churned out from this squeezy, meaty moronic excuse supposedly called a brain.

From flinging my sword at him like a spear, to somehow disarming him with some quick lighting fast hand techniques that I don't even know about - so far the best idea I had yet was the one where I utilized the tried and true, 'ey, what's that over there?' technique and kick him in the balls when he wasn't looking.

Sun Tzu eat your heart out.

"Something wrong, Big Man?" Leon asked, his handsome mug creasing with a genuine concern. "Match started about a minute ago, and you haven't done anything so far apart from just staring at me menacingly."