Despite his binding speed and stealth magic, Laddie hadn't even been able to land a single punch on the young man. Xzavier had lost, but he had earned the old man's respect.
With all these reminiscing thoughts coursing through his mind, Laddie finally decided to ease up. Since the battle was practically over, there was no longer any need for him to take an aggressive stance. So, easing into his part as a gracious conqueror, he straightened his collar and evened out the creases on his shirt. It was time to play the part of the diplomatic victor. Laddie eyed Xzavier curiously, he still wasn't sure if Xzavier was actually conscious.