Michael
As Oren rushed in, Michael couldn't help a slight smirk. Even if her imitation couldn't surpass the original technique, his amusement at how much progress she'd made in such a short time hadn't quite worn off yet. To the girl's credit, there hardly any wasted movement in the approach, and her feint was skillful enough that the combination of the two would have left some of the so-called masters he'd met through his years hard pressed to not take the brunt of her attack.
The staff fell from Michael's hands, enhancement kicking in as he moved his head just out of the way of the first punch, only to catch it by the wrist between his shoulder and the side of his head. At the same time, his other hand struck out with no wasted movement, skillfully diverting Oren's second strike away before darting in to shove her away with a palm strike.