The brat was faster than he remembered, but he fought like Lee. Neji's lips curve into a smirk as he all but plays with the other, letting his feet leave the ground at the last second, he takes the momentum from the kick and springs back onto his hands, darting forward again and using small, circular motions to keep deflecting Sasuke's blows until he finally spots an opening. About time. Lip curling a little sadistically, he abruptly shifts to the offensive, one of those lightly slapping blows to deflect his arms abruptly turning to a grab as his other hand slams in; even if the other managed to dodge back, the Chakra still should do some damage.