[There's no moment of surprise or panic as Soma is grabbed, not even wide eyes as Akande throws him. He twists in the air so he lands in a backward-skidding three point crouch, his gaze fixed on Akande with laser focus. He's barely stopped sliding when he's launching himself forward again.
His left fist swings back and out in a broad backhand strike, but it's the straight right that's far faster, more sneaky, and aimed for Akande's solar plexus.]
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His left fist swings back and out in a broad backhand strike, but it's the straight right that's far faster, more sneaky, and aimed for Akande's solar plexus.]