[The first blow to the stomach hits, winding him, and the second sends him reeling backwards. Mondo's balance has always been pretty good, and he played by the same rules back home when he was training against his gang members, but between the massive bruise on his back and Rude's hits, Mondo goes down.]

--Shit.

[That's all he says for a moment, simply lying there and shielding his eyes from the sun.]

Not bad, man. You're really fucking good at this, y'know? I'm guessing fighting's something you do pretty fucking frequently back in your world?