Patrick smirked, "Well, look at you being sharp." He said to the cane. Now, knowing that his wife might be living inside the cane, he felt a lot better.
The cane vibrated in his hand at his awful joke. Patrick laughed it off before having to duck under the swing of Coll's.
The wind from the swing ruffled his hair. "Can't wait to get your ass—" Patrick pointed to the tip of the cane towards Coll's chest.
"—Handed to you!?" He said before awkwardly lunging at him.
Unfortunately, he was intercepted by a strong kick from Coll. However, Patrick was able to brace for it by bringing down the cane and blocking it. Coll's foot slammed into the side of it—the force behind it being equivalent to being kicked by a horse.
BAM! Skkkk...
Patrick's leather shoes grinded against the concrete floor as he was pushed back—still in his crouching position. He wryly rubbed his knees as the pain from keeping his position caused them to mildly hurt a bit.
