Kid

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Neon saw it coming from a mile away.

The man made a blind hammer throw punch, practically throwing his whole body into his large swing. If he had timed it better and didn't make it so obvious, it could've been a good punch. But Neon dodged it by simply ducking, causing the man's body to twist on itself and stumble to the side.

Pressure point.

Neon stabbed the man between the shoulder blades with his elbows, sending the man stumbling and actually gaining the attention of party goers and outside club gamblers.

The man was not impressed as he rolled his shoulders and turned to Neon, who held both his hands up near his face, his palms facing the man, almost looking like he was surrendering.

The man charged and managed to grab Neon, lift him up with him, and continue the charge into the side of the building.

Neon left his marks, instead of closed fist punches, he made spread out slaps all across his neck and upper back until he got crushed between himself and the wall. The wall seemed to give way and the man fell over, bringing Neon with him.

Despite his ringing ears, Neon got to his feet quickly and fled a few feet away, his hands up again as his body pushed aside the pain to attack him later.

The man got to his feet, the charge taking a bigger toll on himself than Neon.

But nevertheless, he started charging again, and Neon was ready for it. But then the unexpected happen; the man pulled a knife on him at the last moment.

Neon took this into account.

Push away.

Neon dodged the actual blade and grabbed at the man's wrist, pushing it upwards, sending his whole arm that way, and copied with the man's other hand. In the same motion, Neon turned the man's hand, swinging the guy's whole body back and pinning his arm behind his back.

But strength won that round as the man pushed Neon off of him, sending Neon on his bad ankle and eventually to the ground with a blinding pain.

The man crouched over him, his knife ready to go.

Neon went wide eyed as he managed to catch the man's hands. But gravity and strength worked to the man's advantage, and slowly the blade was coming closer to Neon's face. Neon grunted in effort as he tried to think in this moment of panic.

Man above me, legs pinned, blade going to impale my face it I simply release, Neon thought, Can't over power, can't kick him off, and can't blind or slow down...

Neon's elbows were digging into his stomach as the blade continued coming closer, threatening to slip and take out one of his eye balls. The man suddenly switched to using two hands and practically leaned his whole weight on it.

Neon took this into account and the bizarre increase in weight and forte.

Redirect.

Neon allowed the man's blade to come further down, but pushed it to the side. With the weight barrelling down behind it there was no chance the man could properly aim it in time. But Neon didn't leave himself much room for error as he felt the blade just beyond his left ear.

The blade was an inch into the hard dirt ground, and the sudden stress of it caused several cracks around the ground and even the knife to look close to shattering.

Neon was wide eyed as he saw this and looked to the man above him.

"Shit mate, that's cutting it close."