[At this point, Wing has moved into the rhythm of combat--move, strike, spot the next monster, move on, smooth and fast. He was startled to see some organic here, in the mix, barely staying his own blade.
[So the fist that aimed at his chin caught him off guard, causing him to jerk back a step, blinking.]
Did someone say....winging it? *badpunsiren*
[So the fist that aimed at his chin caught him off guard, causing him to jerk back a step, blinking.]
Close call, friend!