"Nothing so philosophical," came the reply, two-toned voice low and somewhat raspy. "Fighting is fighting. Violence usually with the purpose of either disabling or killing ones opponent. I see no reason to be overly poetical about it. However..." He rose to stand to his full, rather considerable height, though still keeping his staff leaning against his shoulder. "I am interested in finding an opponent." A sudden grin, flashing sharp, pointy teeth. "Merely waving a stick around alone only get one so far, wouldn't you agree?"