Motherfuck, this guy is strong. Just as suspected, it's like being slapped by a brick wall. A brick wall who doesn't think you're shit, nothing personal. The urge rises to go for that fucking nose, but it's anger talking. This is their first fight (he doesn't consider for a second it'll be their last), he needs to show... something.

What?

That he's serious.

So Kovacs is off center in his ridiculous gaijin body, but he still has the momentum. If he's fast-- and he always tries to be-- he can catch one of Ezio's stout legs with one of Ryker's gangly ones, trying to pull them both off course.