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Regan had expected Justice would deflect the blow, they'd been through the motions too many times for him to think otherwise. The other man might end up with a nasty bruise later but it was a hell of a lot better than a fractured skull or a broken jaw, either of which would have been a definite possibility if the blow had connected. The force of the sudden stop of the club's momentum reverberated down its length into Regan's hands and without even pausing to think about it he let Justice take it, just let him have it.
It was worth sacrificing the thing to take the other opening it presented. With his hands free and one of Justice's arms up to snatch the golf club Regan was able to charge forward, closing the distance between them swiftly so that he could plough his weight into the other's man body, tackling him, hopefully right off his feet and onto the ground. Regan made sure to put his shoulder into it as well. Maybe he would get lucky and crack a couple of the other man's ribs. It wasn't as impressive as a cracked skull but right then he would take what he could get.