Goddammit. The kid thinks he's a hero. He's not a wolf himself, so...just a sympathetic human, probably, and in way over his head because this is about to go seriously south. It helps that Dwayne was already watching for a move, could see it coming, because if he doesn't step in now, then cleanup is going to be a serious bitch. It was just that moment of decision, of action that he was waiting for, and when it comes, all Dwayne really has to do is turn into it.
He's faster than a guy his size should be, moving in and even though Dwayne is big, the guy's still got four inches of height on him, translated to a big reach advantage. Dwayne wouldn't put a hundred percent bet on himself if not for having the secret advantage, and as soon as they're both moving, he knows that he made the right choice stepping in. The smart bodyguard would have simply shot him rather than risk a wrestling match, broken his knee or something equally crippling to end the fight quickly.
Dwayne has a little more confidence in his hand-to-hand edge, though. He can get away with letting the kid off light.
Ease off. Don't rush in, let the kid come to him. Years of boxing reflexes kick in on top of more strength than the nice suit would imply, a smooth swiftness that's just as much practice and experience as innate speed. Josh's momentum combined with Dwayne's swing turns into a brutal blow to the diaphragm, only a little bit of Dwayne's supernatural strength and speed carrying the punch and most of the impact simply Josh's own movement hitting a surprisingly solid fist and a man unusually close to his own size and weight.
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He's faster than a guy his size should be, moving in and even though Dwayne is big, the guy's still got four inches of height on him, translated to a big reach advantage. Dwayne wouldn't put a hundred percent bet on himself if not for having the secret advantage, and as soon as they're both moving, he knows that he made the right choice stepping in. The smart bodyguard would have simply shot him rather than risk a wrestling match, broken his knee or something equally crippling to end the fight quickly.
Dwayne has a little more confidence in his hand-to-hand edge, though. He can get away with letting the kid off light.
Ease off. Don't rush in, let the kid come to him. Years of boxing reflexes kick in on top of more strength than the nice suit would imply, a smooth swiftness that's just as much practice and experience as innate speed. Josh's momentum combined with Dwayne's swing turns into a brutal blow to the diaphragm, only a little bit of Dwayne's supernatural strength and speed carrying the punch and most of the impact simply Josh's own movement hitting a surprisingly solid fist and a man unusually close to his own size and weight.