Connor blocked the punch, thinking quickly, widening his eyes slightly, seeing Mimic readying a second attack. He stepped backwards and to the side, thinking through all the moves he had watched, practiced, all the fights he had seen here. 

He stepped close towards mimic. His long lets could be an advantage or disadvantage, and he wasn't yet comfortable with his kicks anyway. Better to keep both feet planted on the ground.

He suddenly moved forward to punch, his other hand ready and waiting, prepared.