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	[color=silver]"Someone's impatient!"[/color] Ansgar raised an eyebrow briefly, taking the broody lad's tactic into consideration. Meet him head on then, and step inside his attacks. Better against larger weapons than the equivilent of paired daggers considering he wasn't firing off ranged attacks yet. The movement of the bat was caught in his peripheral vision, and Ansgar wasted no time in reacting accordingly. Ducking down just enough to let the bat nearly brush his hat, and bobbing back to lunge forward again, he used this rising momentum to throw an uppercut with his right hand. Taking advantage of his feinted thrust, he had flipped the revolver in his right hand to hold it by the grip proper, but with the barrel and bayonet aligned back along his arm. 

	[color=silver]"Seems we don't have a good grasp on the concept of personal space, eh?"[/color] The uppercut was there to get his attention, as was his continued prattling, though the real danger was the fact his right knee was snapping forward with an upward rise, lending momentum to the uppercut but, more importantly, aiming to land a solid blow right to his foes groin. Sure, it was dirty fighting, but there was no such thing as a fair fight as far as the raven Faunus was concerned. Even if he didn't connect the blow, he could turn the blow into a shoulder check, slamming his momentum straight into his opponent. The plan was to throw him off balance and limit his range of motion. He didn't need nearly as much room to work up the momentum for his blades and punches to do their work as the bat would, and he would take advantage of that gladly.