Nasir's fighting style was fast and hard but it was clear that the knife was not his strong suit. He was continually driven back, ducking a swing of the knife when he couldn't block. He relied on his agility, usually capable of moving faster than his bulkier Roman opponents, weighed down by armor. But his injuries slowed him down and, worse, Zuko was better than him.

Just as he'd taken several steps back for a moment's rest before diving back in, the volleyball hit him hard on the stomach. It knocked the breath out of him and caused his bruised muscles to spasm out of the sharp pain that lanced through him.

"You shit." It came out as a low growl, perhaps on that couldn't be heard. Yet it was more out of frustration, out of losing each battle and being beat down continually. He did have respect for Zuko or at least he would once it was over.

He yelled as he charged him again, even more determined than ever to drive him back. While he'd fought with a ferocity before, it was more intense than ever and his eyes gleamed.