Sam was not a fan of O-Chul. The man was a prick, so much could be deduced from the way he spoke and his callous disregard for his own vehicle. O-Chul also seemed confident that he could [i]break through[/i] Sam, it seemed every passing moment only heightened Sam's desire to kick the snot from O-Chul. Sam was done with listening to this drongo talk and started to stomp his way towards O-Chul.

Sam was completely unprepared for the sudden rush of speed from O-Chul, finding himself already being barraged by painful blows. Sam could only grunt in response to the attacks. Sam tried to raise his arms to defend his sides, but his slow movements were of little use against O-Chul's quick and sharp attacks. Sam was quickly losing his patience.

Letting out a growl Sam lurched forwards trying to power through O-Chul's attacks, Sam's arms reached out in an attempt to grab O-Chul's shoulders. If O-Chul couldn't move those he'd not be throwing out any more of these punches, plus Sam would get to punt the guy across the street.