Raizen tucked the lotuses back into his jacket's pocket - carefully this time, the glowing one wrapped in a strip of fabric he tore from the hem of his already-ruined shirt, both flowers cushioned against each other and pressed deep where the padding was thickest. The lizard was already asleep in the jacket, or pretending to be, and Raizen left it there.
He turned back to Kenzo, who was already in his stance.
"Same rules" Kenzo said. "Ready when you are"
Raizen stepped in, and threw a cross. Kenzo sidestepped and cracked him.
Quickly, across the ribs with the hammer's shaft - not the head, the shaft, but it still hit hard enough to fold Raizen sideways and send him stumbling.
