Glad to see he wasn't pounded into dust for the taunt, Marshall smirked in response. He appreciated anyone that wouldn't take his showboating personally. This guy, he didn't mind. Hell, he might even consider allowing his sister talk to him. Might.
This guy was fast, managing to deliver a swift kick to Marshall's thigh, to which the TV champ let out a rather...eerie and non-human hiss while clutching at the tender spot. In retaliation, Marshall would attempt to deliver a kick of his own, however, if it were to successful connect, Marshall would continue to deliver the kicks in attempts to perhaps bring him down into a kneeling level, if anything.