Duster stumbled, his bad leg bearing the worst of the teetering, but he refused to fall. He glared at Reno and his frustratingly smug face. He was going to wipe that grin off, and not in the good way.

This time, along with a knee to the side of Reno's gut, Duster grabbed hold of Reno's arm in the attempt to knock him off-balance this time.