Feigning weakness is not a skill Lazarevic has cultivated, even advised of its tactical advantages. Certainly it would surprise no one to know his odds in a fight have never been underestimated.

Still, practice may have served him well here, where Drake's blows are a fly's bites and even the strike to his groin and then solar plexus do little more than excite adrenaline through him. But it is these last two that provide him with the best opportunity to allow Drake to slip through, and so he grunts, slouches over the retreating knee, and staggers aside while his lucky victim makes his exit.