Johnny takes the hit to the side with a grunt, grimacing. That was a sneaky little hit. He can appreciate it, even if he doesn't like when he's not fast enough to dodge. "Ya sneaky little--"

Time to aim low. If he could trip Coby and get him off his feet, he'd call it a win for himself. As he dodged away from the hit, he ducked low and spun around with a kick toward Coby's knees.