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[i]-Charlie wasn't Donny's real name. He didn't risk his identity when he trained in live combat, instead using an alias. Aside from legal difficulties,
Nobody would want to fight if they knew he was the hunter killer who restlessly stalked the underworld. That was no reason for him to hold back though. He never held back. His Way was not gentle. It was Cut or be Cut. As Aries tried to roll into Donny, the hitman sprawled on him, transitioning into snaking his arms about his opponent's midsection from overhead, mid roll, allowing his rear right foot to slide backwards to avoid impact. It'd take the first layer of skin off the bottom of his foot thanks to the abrasive floor. Should he grab Aries, then with his upper lip peeling up into a snarl of effort, he'd straighten his back and lift his opponent up off the ground, left foot firmly planted. Aries would potentially wind up upsidedown, head level with Donny's knees and pointed towards the hard ground. Even if he tried to grab Donny's leg(s) after he was lifted, or protect his head with his arms, the result would scarcely differ. It was a short drop and a sudden stop, Donny falling abruptly to his knees and with the combined weight of his body and his opponent's, would smash Aries's head and neck area into the sandstone. If Aries tried to curl into himself to decrease the damage to his head, Donny would accomodate by leaning further forwards to nullify the effectiveness of the tactic. A piledriver from a Green Beret is often the last piledriver a man may experience. Bones would probably be broken.-[/i]