[After another beat of just standing there, staring at each other and waiting for one to make the first move, Dick just laughed, almost entirely relaxing his stance for a moment, like he was about to suggest they just head off to the bar for a beer or something instead.

But then he rushed forward, swinging a fist up to knock Bourne on the jaw if it landed on target, and right behind it was another fist, this one aiming for the other warden's stomach. He was fast, but he was also tired, which was probably a good thing. It would be easier to mask just how good he was at this, especially when he figured Bourne already sort of suspected something was up.]