Raizen stared at him.
"Hit you."
"That's what I said."
"You want me to hit you."
Kenzo stood in his stance - feet wide, hammer low, weight centered - with the relaxed patience of someone who could hold this position for hours and had done so many times before. For Raizen, he looked like a boulder that had decided to grow arms and pick up a weapon.
"I'm not going to hit a Phalanx" Raizen said.
"Former Phalanx. And you're not going to hit me either way, so I don't see the problem."
"That's - that's not the point. You could get -"
