He sees the bo and the sweep, and it lights a whole new fire of rage in his stomach. So he leaps over the trap, then tucks and rolls, coming back to his feet with both sais drawn.

There's a dangerous, half-mad glint in his eye. This ain't gonna end pretty.

He charges again with a volley of kicks and jabs. One lethal blow sends the pommel of his sai aimed straight for Don's jaw.