It’s been a long minute since he was last in a fight, much less one for a fight’s sake, and he moves into it with a cool head. He barely bothers to take a fighting stance until the chair is skittering his way, and he catches it by the back and twists it aside him.

But here he comes.

Ezio shifts to brace his weight on his back foot and lifts his other hand rising to catch, to redirect Kovacs’s blow off-center and let his own force carry him beyond.

It’ll be hard, against a man that big, but nothing he hasn’t handled before.