A black shape moves in the fog and slowly solidifies in to Gannicus's dense silhouette as he looms at Lee's back. There's an intent, mirthless smile on his face that seems rather too satisfied with how seemingly easy this prey has been to corner so far - the man has the stature of a fighter, Gannicus supposes, but perhaps he has lost his nerve. The fog is terribly disorientating, after all.

Gannicus doesn't need to look at or signal to Nasir - he is more than confident that his surprise hunting partner knows exactly what to do. Nasir swings his improvised club and Gannicus matches him a beat later; with both hands clasped tightly on the reassuring weight of the lead pipe he brings it around in a low, fast arc - in the opposite direction to Nasir's swing - and aims at the side of his enemy's knees.