Vesper should have been using some of his martial arts more. Though running into yet another assassin, there was a bone-weariness to this confrontation. He was tired of this. Tired of being attacked because he wouldn't walk away from the love of his life.

He grit his teeth. He wanted to swing another punch into those ribs, but he had to block a knife coming for his nostril.

He grabbed for the other hand coming with a knife. He grabbed the coat's sleeve instead of the wrist he was aiming for. It was hard to break the wrist having a hold of fabric.