He could feel his joints and muscles starting to loosen up. The awkwardness and nervousness that seemed to overpower him when he met a new person was beginning to fade away. The more he immersed himself in what Stitch said and did, the more confident he would become. Although the awkwardness did have a habit of coming back at unwanted times.
As Iasc landed on the ground after his big move, he couldn't help but smile. Nevertheless, he kept his guard up; feet light on the ground, ready to move, and his hands in front of his face. He was expecting Stitch to come at him and knock him onto the ground, not just feigning an attack this time as he had previously done.
No such attack came, just a small smile. Iasc happily relaxed out of the stance, but not before Stitch had lowered hid fists. He still wasn't sure if he should completely trust the man. He was very fast, too fast for Iasc's eyes. He could be on the young man quicker than he had time to blink.
As soon as he had finished talking, Stitch threw another punch. Iasc quickly snapped back into his stance, making sure he had enough time to make a decision for evading it. He decided to stick to sidestepping this time, unsure exactly what Stitch meant when he had said “catching or redirecting the oncoming fist.”
The punch was slow and sluggish, easy to evade. A small shuffle to the side and he would be fine. As soon as he was clear, Stitch pulled his hand back and went with the other one, faster this time, aimed at the other side of Iasc's face. With no time to think the hand grazed off the man's skin, a very light touch that didn't hurt at all much to his relief. He anticipated the next one, managing to just scramble out of the way. After the next dodge he noticed a pattern beginning to emerge in the punches. “If I can predict what will happen I shall be fine”, he reassured himself. The pattern was suddenly interrupted as Stitch's fist almost connected with Iasc's face. The blind man just pulling up short. He was sure that was a lesson.
He managed to avoid many of Stitch's punches but would have been hit a few times if the man hadn't been nice enough to pause just before contact was made. It seemed to always happen when he felt most comfortable and began to relax a little. All in all he was happy with his performance, his heavy breathing proof of the effort he had put in.
When all the punches had been thrown, Iasc grabbed Stitch's wrist as had been instructed. He took it in his right hand first, enclosing it until his fingers almost met at the other end, and then loosely grabbing it with his weaker hand from the bottom. He gave Stitch a strange look unsure what to do, waiting for the man to tell him.