[And here he'd expected a similar retaliation, perhaps a smack over the head with Takasugi's sandwich wrapper. But instead, nay, he finds himself on his back, with the other hovering over him.
Th air knocked from his lungs as he re-orients himself from the tackle, Hands immediately moving to find the areas where he's hidden his knives.]
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Th air knocked from his lungs as he re-orients himself from the tackle, Hands immediately moving to find the areas where he's hidden his knives.]
--Over a bit of rubbish, really.