Crap. He was hoping for someone that didn't know how to fight. Tim jumped into the throw rather than resist it, and he somersaulted in mid-air to use up some of the momentum.

He landed on his feet, dropping down into a low stance that mimics his opponent's. His hands hovered in front of his chest, but palms out.

"I'm not trying to fi-" Tim stopped mid-sentence, because he had been trying to gauge the man's reaction as he spoke and had looked at his face for the first time. He looked so familiar. Too familiar. Maybe he was back in the Unternet again. That would explain everything.

He pushed both hands forward slightly, as if he was telling Damien to simmer down. "I'm not here to fight."