[The moment Gojyo's hand moves towards him, Amos moves. He's not as fast as a demon, but he's quick for a human, and spooks to his feet, dropping his beer so his hands are free.]

[Sudden reaches from anybody tend to make him duck away: it keeps him alive.]

[He doesn't run just yet (where would he go?) but stands wary, feet set for balance.]

I don't s'pose it'd matter if I said I ain't lookin' for a fight?