Damn. Van paid closer attention than Teisel had given him credit for. The only thing to do was stay in close, keep changing tactics and keep Van on the defensive.
He caught hold of Van's left arm just in time to feel the other man's swing connect solidly with his ribs. "Ngk!" Half-winded, Teisel lost his grip in favor of turning to drive his elbow into Van's stomach with as much force as he could muster. "Son of a bitch," he hissed through clenched teeth. It was a dirty, cheating, cheap shot, Teisel's specialty. He was irritated that his own swing had been blocked, but the fact that Van had landed a good one on him meant all bets were off.
...The guy had a decent arm on him; his side was going to hurt for the rest of the day at the very least. Not that Teisel was going to acknowledge any pain, though. He wasn't going to give this bastard any reason to think he could win.
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He caught hold of Van's left arm just in time to feel the other man's swing connect solidly with his ribs. "Ngk!" Half-winded, Teisel lost his grip in favor of turning to drive his elbow into Van's stomach with as much force as he could muster. "Son of a bitch," he hissed through clenched teeth. It was a dirty, cheating, cheap shot, Teisel's specialty. He was irritated that his own swing had been blocked, but the fact that Van had landed a good one on him meant all bets were off.
...The guy had a decent arm on him; his side was going to hurt for the rest of the day at the very least. Not that Teisel was going to acknowledge any pain, though. He wasn't going to give this bastard any reason to think he could win.