Lenny dodged left and right at an almost frantic rate just enough to get away from the others strikes, blocking what he could not get away from. Each strike he took with his arms he let out a breath of air, tensing his whole body to minimize the damage to slim to none when he was hit. The other was now drawing his hands back more and more, growling and allowing his footing and breathing to grow uncontrolled. Lenny tapped slightly on the ground with his toes, like a child hopping over a skip rope, and it was clear with the way he twisted his legs left and right that he was using boxing foot work.
"Kid you're gonna get it!" The larger of the shouted as he moved for a final round house that swept all the way around in a 360. Lenny took his chance, ducking down deep, coving his head in case of any chance of a desperate knee or feint, and quickly kicked off into a movement like a tackle, arms prepared for an ambigious smash strike or grab. It was then he met eyes with Cloe for a single moment and changed quickly to put the man in a clinche. Theven second year he was fighting struggled to escape, but Lenny was grasped to him like so hard a vacuum could have began between them.