Enzo watches Dash move, feels the shift of his weight, and smiles, worries evaporating.

Dash may have administered a great many beatings, but he's still a rank amateur. Outside of sports, he never fights anyone who can fight back. He has no clue about martial arts.

As the fist comes at his head, Enzo twists, grabs the arm behind it in both hands, bends, and heaves.