Reno couldn't block that one as Duster grabbed his arm, pulled him. He grunted as Duster's knee connected with his gut, the air forced from his lungs. Yep... that was a good hit. As he fell, he tried to at least recover by curling into a tumble.

Had to get up... keep going. Let Duster whale on him some more. He didn't want to throw the fight, but even if he did, it couldn't be obvious.

He rubbed his side. "Lucky shot..."