"Oh. I can die happy now. You've given me a compliment. I finally have your approval," Marcelo taunted as he kept a careful eye on the man. The motion was less smooth than when he plucked that sign out of the cement. Could...

Could Sebastian Shaw be tiring?

Marcelo didn't think that was possible. Unless something... was happening beyond either of their control. The Brazilian had no idea where this miracle was coming from, but he was thankful.

With Shaw's outstretched swing, Marcelo went the opposite route of what was expected. He went in closer. Low but close enough to attempt a kick. The sign just barely clipped him, through off his balance enough that the low swinging kick powered toward Shaw's thigh rather than his knee.