"Who? Me?" Even as he speaks he moves with her direction; this was often way too familiar, though she was no Xiao-ge whose grip was as sure as the jade he looked craved from. As he bent, he snagged a bit of debris and sends it skidding across the floor, hitting an ankle just right to knock a fighter off-balance and then he was upright and moving back.

A wall was a good idea, though first he had to pick up a chair leg and lobe it at a chess knight. It missed as the knight ducked to avoid getting hit, leaving enough breathing room for him to find the wall.

"Wu Xie. I'm new."