"There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth…not going all the way, and not starting." The Githzerai smirks as if knowing something.

"Are you sure all you want is a wooden stick?" Clint says.

The philosopher looking his chosen weapon over up and down innocently and turns back over to Clint. “Distance tests a horse’s strength. Time reveals a person’s character.”

"Alright whatever, if I can't change your mind then at least I can get you to stop with the riddles." Clint says losing patience.

Bojovnik says nothing further, holding his palm up, fingers together, and in a "come on then" gesture, with that same knowing smirk and relaxed body language.

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Clint closes the gap, shield up, and thrusts forward at center mass. Bojovnik leans back kicking the ground end of the staff sending it into the bottom of the sword deflecting it high.

Clint uses the momentum to make a circular cut changing the angle to attack at the mid section. Bojovnik plants the staff into the ground to his right blocking the cut, deftly stepping forward and jump kicks forward into Clint's shield wall with a left foot, than a right into a backwards flip back to ten feet away.

Bojovnik smiles his placid features again relaxed like he never moved. He then raises his hand and again gestures. Clint somewhat astounded by the turn of events and the strangest sense of deja vu shakes his head back to reality.

"OK... so you got some moves."

"He who can curb his wrath as soon as it arises, as a timely antidote will check snake’s venom that so quickly spreads, — such a monk gives up the here and the beyond, just as a serpent sheds its worn-out skin."

Clint just sighs never had there been so much talk during any of his fights.