Stupid. Caim fought like it was some sort of bar brawl, and not a matter of life or death--aiming to hurt instead of incapacitate. Farfarello only turned his head slightly, letting the punch slide along his jaw, bruising it badly and very nearly dislocating it, but not shattering the bone. His teeth cut into the inside of his cheek and he tasted blood on his tongue, but that only brought a smile to his face.

As the momentum of Caim's punch moved the man closer to Farfarello, he lashed out again with the claws, this time at Caim's soft, unarmoured belly. Do you understand yet? Farfarello was playing for keeps right from the start.