[center] [h3] Gamble [/h3][/center]
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Gamble chuckled as he felt his first connection, backing away sightly after. To look a fool made people think he was a fool. Supposedly lost in the fog.

He was never lost.

He felt the air stir in retaliation to his attack. A slight glint of a blade, narrowing missing his face, before a hand came towards him. At least, he thought it was a hand.

He flipped sideways, using his knee to bat the hand away, before landing back on his feet.

"Sorry, pal. You're out of luck," he said quietly. Into the comm, he added in a voice that wouldn't carry past the communications, "[i]Looks like I've got Talion busy.[/i]"

Moving forward, he closed the gap quickly, launching a series of quick strikes at Talion's knees and lower abdomen, before backing off again.

(Assuming Talion retaliates during this, Gamble will do a mental check off his body for knife wounds)

"Listen, I don't know what that lady got on ya, but ya really should reconsider. I'd hate to really hurt ya," Gamble said as he circled around where Talion was. "Lady Luck and I? We got a thing going on."

With that last syllable Gamble shot forward, sliding along the floor to deliver a strong kick at Talion's right knee.