The impact felt good, but not great. It could've been much better in his opinion. But it's just the first swing and one rarely gets a hit in on the first swing. He shakes out his hand, still ringing a little from hitting the lance, and grins.

With a low growl, he rushes Summoner again, aiming for a rib shot. He doesn't want to knock him out or anything. The fun would just end way too quickly if he focused too much on giving him pan damage. He likes playing with his prey (or in this case, his opponent - Summoner is far from being prey), and it gets him excited to just build up his adrenaline and energy like this. He doesn't even care that Summoner is letting himself get hit, which he notices right away. Now he's just curious to see what this is all about.

"Just try not to motherfucking BREAK, yeah? It all makes for the shittiest play time for a brother."