[ Talk would have to wait as one rushed him. Takegami was used to bar-room brawlers and dirty back alley fighting, not so much fighting with field agents. He was hit - air driven out of his lungs, his teeth clamping down hard on his tongue. A step back, and he wheezed, tasting blood and laughing a little as he straighten and slammed his bat against his opponent's knees. ]
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[ Talk would have to wait as one rushed him. Takegami was used to bar-room brawlers and dirty back alley fighting, not so much fighting with field agents. He was hit - air driven out of his lungs, his teeth clamping down hard on his tongue. A step back, and he wheezed, tasting blood and laughing a little as he straighten and slammed his bat against his opponent's knees. ]
Still slow.