Best Shot

"Okay, pal, take your best shot."

He heard Face groan behind him, ignored it. Face always complained when Hannibal started getting under the bad guy's skin.

He might have a point about this guy though. Six five and at least two-fifty pounds. Now Hannibal was no believer in the philosophy of "the bigger the come, the harder they fall." Anyone who'd known BA Baracus for even a short time knew that in fact the bigger they came, the harder they hit. But even so he wasn't worried. Big yes, but an amateur. And with an amateur if you blocked the first punch -- ow, that was going to smart later -- if you blocked the first punch, the amateur never had a follow up. So his last conscious thought, as the left hook he hadn't seen coming smashed into his jaw, was "oh well, I guess I told him to take a shot."

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