Hans isn’t sure if he’s pleased or disappointed when Rat’s kick eases some. It certainly saves his wrists from straining under the pressure and he wasn’t entirely hoping for a gruesome delimbing, but it means this fight is dragged out that little bit longer. He can’t remember how long they have, but he feels the urgent pulse of his heart telling him to end this quickly. Don’t draw it out with theatrics or an intensive demonstration of skill when you can end it in a few moves. He lost his chance to be truly impressive when he failed to collect all of his tokens himself.

Taking a page from Rat’s book, Hans lifts his own leg to aim a powerful kick at the other man’s chest. With him so close to the wall, he sees his chance. The material is solid, but not impenetrable on the surface level. He could kill him easily at this point and at this angle, but he hesitates, his mind whirring fast and reminding him of that time sensitive clock. He doesn’t want to benefit anyone with his hardwork, he wants to end this quickly for himself, but not for Rat. He moves face when he can, taking an unusual plunge at the other man’s gut and aiming to drive his sword into the wall behind him.