Chapter 197: Collision

"Need a count...?" asked Everwyn, lowering himself into a stance similar to a Karateka, his left foot anchored forward, his left hand clasped into a fist in line with his knee, his right drawn back near his waist, and his right foot slightly behind his body, ready to slide in any direction with his long tail as a counterbalance.

"Do you...?" responded Will, sporting a smile as he slapped down with his left hand, guiding Everwyn's swift, straight punch to his right palm before attempting to chop the muscular Zoan's throat. His pupils contracted to the size of pinholes when Everwyn opened his mouth and bit down on his wrist, but that gave him the opening he needed to pull the man's arm and use his elbow as leverage to try and dislocate it.