Damn but his punches hurt! This guy isn't holding back at all! Sabo turns his head to the side to spit out blood and not choke on it and glares into his face.

"We'll see about that."

He's not a fighter. Or at least he never thought he would be. He wasn't really accustomed to getting into fights or even wanting to. At least not literal ones. But it seems his body knows without having any input from him so he digs his fingers into the guy's shoulders (though being careful not to crush bone, even as he wonders at the thought as soon as it flits across his mind. Before he can grab it and examine it, it's gone) digs a knee into the guy's solar plexus and kicks him over his shoulders.