Brett managed to dodge the first swing, but the second caught him square on the side of his head, sending him to his knees, holding his head in his hand. His skull rattled like an engine, echoes of voices and images flashed within his mind as he got to his feet. A name came to mind. Whiplash. He dodged the swings and anticipated the jab, grabbing the end of the bo staff and holding it in place.
[color=0054a6]"My name is Brett Glukhovsky. I feel you may know me better by the name 'Whiplash' though"[/color] He said, taking a somewhat obvious chance. He had no idea who or what Whiplash was, but he felt some sort of strange connection to the title, something relating to his forgotten past possibly.