It's that lack of anything to give the man away outwardly that has Cal keeping his senses extra on the alert. Even then, the man's actions are startling for the speed.

Wesker's fist whispers past the trailing edge of the padawan's poncho as Cal barely manages to twist to the side. His eyes are wide as he lets himself continue through with the motion, spinning around to keep the man in front of him.

"You attack me just because I haven't given you an answer you won't accept? You're in for a lot of disappointment here."