Sal hadn't really asked Banru if physical blows would be resisted the same as magical spells, so when Mtich's palm smashed into his nose, he actually did cringe, waiting for his nose to break in ten different direction. The thing was...Sal still didn't feel anything. He didn't even feel cracks in his face to indicate that his nose had been broken but he didn't feel it.
No. There was nothing.
Was Banru really that good?
Then came to the slam into his gut. Sal hunched over out of instinct, but still, he felt nothing. No pain, no sensation at all. Instead of allowing himself to revel in the moment, Sal swung an elbow around, jamming it into the crux of Mitch's shoulder and collar. And then he proceeded to pound into Mitch, blow after blow.
"Now." He finally said, landing one more blow so that Mitch's nose began to bleed, he grabbed him by the shirt once more. "Can we please get this over and done with? I think I made my point."