He swings the staff back down, at the ready, after the impact. And, despite the boy being on the ground, he made no move to charge him. Let him get to his feet, let him prepare himself. This was only a fight for fun, after all. No sense in pounding the boy into the ground.

And then the boy was coming at him again. Lower. The legs had vulnerable joints. He swung the staff again, to throw his opponent's aim off, shifting his weight to try and move to one side of the rush.