[The kick connects, a wall of force that slams into his stomach that sends him flying backward. It hurts, it knocks the wind out of him, but at the same time he's satisfied with it, if not glad for it. Further proof that his opponent is worthy of his time and effort, and it only fuels him more to see what kind of strength lies below the surface.

By the time he's recovered, Diluc has his weapon in his hand, leveled at him and ready to fight.]

Did I awaken something there, Master Diluc?

[He sees how the flames in his eyes dance and threaten to burn him alive, excitement building in the pit of his stomach, his own hydro blades at the ready.]

You look like you're ready to tear me apart limb from limb. So? What do you think so far? Have I proven myself as worthy of my predecessor's seat?