Farfarello's smile turned into a smirk as Caim proceeded to make the same mistake so many dead men had made, when facing him--he expected Farfarello to shy away from pain the way normal people did, and he expected the pain of being hit to slow Farfarello down.

The punch aimed at his chest wasn't going to hit him directly over the heart and thus presented little threat, so Farfarello only pulled back just enough for the impact to break his ribs without driving them through his lung. The other punch could possibly end up winding him, so that one he deflected down and outwards, away from his body.

And Caim wanted to take the fight to the ground, where his greater reach would be useless, did he? Farfarello was quite happy to indulge him, letting himself fall back in a controlled manner as the larger man sought to knock him down, while keeping a firm grip on Caim's shirt with his free hand. As he used Caim's momentum to help pull him down along with him, Farfarello got one knee up to his chest, aiming to strike Caim in the solar plexus as the heavier man landed on top of him.