[Okay, not entirely unexpected. Bourne blocked each initial jab, part of his brain noting where the inmate had aimed his blows. Age had done little to dull Slade's reflexes or instinct. He was holding back, too; there wasn't that desperate fire about his movements, the latent knowledge that a punch that was just a fraction of a second off, a kick that missed its landing by scant centimeters, could well be the last move the combatant ever made.
He didn't block all of Slade's other attacks. But he blocked enough.
No use in showing off. Bourne kept to an economy of movement, conserving his energy as he struck back. Old age and experience often trumped youth and vigor, that was a common enough truth.
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Date: 2010-08-05 02:42 am (UTC)He didn't block all of Slade's other attacks. But he blocked enough.
No use in showing off. Bourne kept to an economy of movement, conserving his energy as he struck back. Old age and experience often trumped youth and vigor, that was a common enough truth.
And as always, he kept an eye out for trickery.]