Stark was completely wet and terribly cold. The water had soaked him so thoroughly that his clothes were sticky and his movements sloppy.
Yet the show must go on…
So far, the sage had just been staring at him without moving a single muscle. He was waiting for Stark to make the first move.
Stark considered his options.
All he had to do was land one solid hit and he would have won the fight, but first he had to get close enough to actually deliver a blow.
For now, what he had to do was test the sage's strength by using minor attacks to lure him into revealing his technique.
'Alright!'
Stark charged at the old man, then just as he got close, he went down to a knee and launched a kick at the sage's legs.
The water on the floor bathed his shin as his foot drew nearer to his leg.
At first, it seemed like he would strike through, but as though to mock him, the sage waited until the moment his foot was about to connect before he dodged, moving impossibly fast.
