The man who entered was fit and stocky, or stockier than David at least, and wore the traditional garb of a Karate practitioner. Interesting. Immediately, his mind began running through tactics and strategies to deal with someone of that particular martial proclivity, but his body remained still until the other man had assumed his stance. "Name's David. Nice to meet you too, Dylan. " He would have shook his hand, but considering the circumstances he figured that little societal discipline could be done away with this time.
Moving forward, David tucked his chin and raised his hands to protect his face, leading with his left leg as he closed the distance. His opponent's stance was considerably lower than his own, and due to that also more tiring, so once he reached melee distance and his leading foot was next to Dylan's (on the inside side), he stopped and waited. The other man would either have to make a move first, or remain stationary for hours as his legs grew more and more tired and eventually gave out. That was the trouble with low stances. Sure, they're stable, but if your opponent decides to wait you out, you're screwed.