All of his movements were telegraphed. He didn't even have to consciously make an effort to block his fist, his hands moved on their own. He had trained a little too well to let someone like this catch him out. He kept a hold of the fist and shook his head. "You are punching above your weight class."

Obviously. "Have you ever even hit someone successfully?" About as many as he had killed, no doubt. "You used that knife to trick people that can't defend themselves. Bad puppy."

So he felt rather justified. "Now, what shall I do with you today?"