[He pushes past Ling, hand no longer at his side. There's no more stumbling, either. Talk about inconsistent wounds!

After examining his handy work, he turns to take in the other's reaction. It's less than how he imagined it, but well, maybe he needs a minute to really appreciate it.]

He didn't see it coming. I told him not to piss me off.

[ . . . And for being "attacked", it sure sounds like maybe someone was planning this in advance.]