Takeshi Yuudai
Takeshi had been right. This man was not human. No human he'd ever faced had the speed, the skill or the daring to block one of his punches. With a scabbard no less, to minimize damage to the arm. However, the punch caused the scabbard to split length wise along the seam where the two wooden pieces met. Suddenly the man pushed him with inhuman strength, attempting to throw him off balance. Takeshi moved with the push instead of against it, allowing his body to naturally find a point of balance.
Takeshi knew what would happen next. The man would swing upwards and across, attempting to cut him along his exposed torso, as it was the best attack that could be made with where he held the sword. Takeshi ducked, leaning to the right, barely avoiding the deadly blade, even losing a few hairs to its edge. This was bad. This inhuman man held to much of the advantage, he needed his scythe if he was going to kill this one. Acting quickly, Takeshi spun his body to the right and kicked himself away. The spin caused the strage flail on his back to swing in an ark for the man's neck. Not caring whether or not the flail hit the man, Takeshi threw himself out of the alley and into the street. He'd have to stick to the defensive, his attacks simply wouldn't have an effect on this man until he got a weapon.