Yami no Matsuei Souryuu/Touda fighting is another word for foreplay
Sohryu fights like he's laying siege to the field. Every motion is power and strength hammering at the defenses of the enemy. His sword is an extension of his will, battering the shields of the defenders in wave after wave of attack. He retreats only to gather strength for another forward assault, looking neither to the left or right, but at the foe in front until he overwhelms them completely.
Sohryu fights like the ocean he is indelibly tied to. With fury and passion and rage he holds nothing back whither facing an army, or a single man.
Touda prefers not to fight at all. When he must face the enemy, he does so with swiftness and merciless flame, leaving nothing behind but crackling bedrock. When attacked, he retaliates with a simple, clean kill. His blade flickers like the forked edge of his tongue, lightening quick and lethal, bringing blood always.
He does not burn wih blood lust, he does not rage for the kill. Every motion is calculated, every smile a taunt. For Touda, there is life and death, a battle merely draws out the inevitable. He does not spar, he does not seek others to test himself against. Instead he watches, measures, and waits.
The dragon is a warrior. The snake an assassin. When they clash, it is the silent grinding of continents begetting an earthquake. Both will bleed, will hurt and twist and writhe in a locked embrace, teeth and beak tearing at each other in an honest effort to maim.
The oceans of heaven against the flames of hell.
If Sohryu did not want so very much to own Touda, to possess and covet and shackle the man, he'd kill him for daring to scorch the waters of the world to mist.
If Touda were not the sort to await orders, he'd kill Sohryu in any one of their matches by letting go completely.
Instead of death in the painful catch of scale against scale, they drag a portion of life and release. A temporary truce that is as much about the violent thrust of muscle as it is the slide of slick skin.