Willson walked around the two combatants as if not to disturb them and began conversing with the black irised individual. While the man was strange, Clint stopped focusing on the pair in question, paying more attention on the two fighters.

The one wearing a red belt managed a grapple, griping the front fabric of the other man's tunic and black belt, rolling backwards with both feet planted into his opponents stomach. All within what looked like a practiced motion the fighter extended his legs in an arching throw. The thrown man somehow rapidly rolled to a stop a few feet away and in unison both men planted thier palms on the ground and kicked thier legs up into the air and somehow underneath them into a standing recovery facing each other.

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The Red Belt took up a defensive stance as the Black Belt bounds forward with a swift jumping kick. Red Belt staunchly absorbs the blow with his forearm and trades of kicks followed colliding midair, could be seen and heard with quick snaps of rustling fabric. Clint was so mesmerized that he at first didn't notice the man standing next to him watching what he was watching.

"Mmm...When the student is ready the teacher will appear." The lithe yellow-green skined man that Willson was previously talking with was now next to Clint, his arms folded behind him waiting patiently.

Clint turns to regard the man next to him and couldn't get a good read on him. Most men his physique didn't usually carry themselves with that kind of stillness. The stillness you might recognize in a veteran warrior.