Duo ripped free from Dick's hold. Literally. He was going to owe Kisame a new shirt. He didn't really give much of a damn.
This island wanted to fuck with him? Fine. Duo wasn't going to lie on his damn back and take it. He'd stolen Deathscythe once, he could do it again. And even if this wasn't Deathscythe, tech was tech, and Duo knew tech.
It looked like Deathscythe. Right down to the scars.
Duo scrambled, balance thrown by his yank away from Dick. He caught himself on the flats of his hands, smearing skin away, and shoved himself back up. Then he ran. Dodged Kisame, missed Dick entirely, ripped his foot open all over again, and found that he could still sprint, even if it hurt.