Raidou decided to fuck with him. When Evan Marcus Lorne, Blood type AB, got close enough with his fist, Raidou ducked, leaning back, still examining the ring.
He dodged the kick next, stood back up as if he'd merely half stumbled and trotted into the bar.
Whistling dixie, followed by butterflies that swarmed the mans face and yelled 'Semper Fi!' in tiny little butterfly voices.