[And it works, if only for a second, before he’s able to readjust and maintain his grip on the handle again. He’s managed to turn the tables and put Hak on the defensive, and he backs up a little with a jump, feet scraping against the dirt of the ring. Several spectators part to give them space, and he flashes the boy a grin. Trying to get close, huh? Not a bad strategy, either.]
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It felt right. You have a name?