A hard strike for a hard head. Khan's vision flashes white for a half-second, blow cracking sharply against his skull. He can't help the stumbled half-step backwards, but it's not enough to drop him. Not yet.
The Augment's disorientation lasts only a brief number of seconds - enough to take advantage of, if the other man is quick. But Khan doesn't intend to allow him to press his sudden advantage. He drives forward once again, adrenaline singing in his veins, for a carefully-calculated strike at the man's kidneys.
--except it's a feint.
It's the vulnerable, weakened knee that Khan is striking for, one powerful downward kick that could generously be called a heel strike. It's a straight-up stomp, in truth, one with the full weight and power that Khan could bring to bear behind it. It's a move that Marcus' daughter is acutely familiar with. He doesn't know who - or what - this man is, but he's going to bring him down regardless.
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The Augment's disorientation lasts only a brief number of seconds - enough to take advantage of, if the other man is quick. But Khan doesn't intend to allow him to press his sudden advantage. He drives forward once again, adrenaline singing in his veins, for a carefully-calculated strike at the man's kidneys.
--except it's a feint.
It's the vulnerable, weakened knee that Khan is striking for, one powerful downward kick that could generously be called a heel strike. It's a straight-up stomp, in truth, one with the full weight and power that Khan could bring to bear behind it. It's a move that Marcus' daughter is acutely familiar with. He doesn't know who - or what - this man is, but he's going to bring him down regardless.