Jason held a gun in one hand and a telescopic baton in the other, every movement displaying the appeal of Gun Fu to the fullest.
He chopped downward with the baton, spun and fired, then dodged a blade while driving his elbow toward a neck.
Half a year of experience had taught him to control his brute strength and unleash it skillfully in combat.
The Talon held his own, too, never dodging an attack he could take head-on, trading injury for injury. His paired Hidden Blades left Jason's arms streaked with blood.
But that was nowhere near enough to kill Jason. His opponent's selective dodging even let him pick up on a weakness.
Jason noticed that whenever he attacked the waist or abdomen, his opponent's evasive movements grew a little larger than before.
Could the electrum Dick mentioned be hidden there?
"Dick, take over!"
Jason shouted the signal again, twisting aside to evade a swipe of a Hidden Blade as he ran toward his brother.
The two slapped hands again.
Smack!
Unlike last time, however, Jason did not let go. Instead, he twisted through his waist and hurled Dick toward the towering Talon.
"Right side of his waist! Cut through it!"
Dick understood immediately and drew the long blade from his back while still airborne.
Caught in the instinct to pursue, the Talon had only turned and taken one step before entering Dick's attack range. Knowing he was in serious trouble, he braced one hand against his waist to block and thrust the other toward Dick, trying to force him to abandon his attack with a dangerous strike.
But he had clearly underestimated Dick's coordination in midair.
Years of performing on the flying trapeze had given the boy an extraordinary ability to adjust his body in the air. Seeing the