Oh, it was on now as Nathaniel maneuvered on the ground, getting back on his feet. His nose throbbed with pain and he quickly swiped at it, fingers coming away with blood. Well, they both got each other at least.
The assassin mentally debated about pulling a knife, but decided the temptation to end Knox's life wasn't worth the risk. The Reaper feinted toward the man's good arm before quickly switching to the bad one. Nathaniel's foot aimed at the bad joint again.