[Yuri's eyes dart over to him and his expression instantly cools into something hard. Fierce, even. He grabs his crutch and gets to his feet, all of five foot six, thin enough that he looks like a light breeze could break him in half. There is no way in hell he has any hope of winning a physical fight, but showing any kind of weakness (even that surprise from a few seconds ago) is, in his experience, only going to make things worse.
2/2
So facing down one pissed off novice it is.]