Near the Beach

The blades cut through Jakob's legs, but only barely. Mercutio can feel the resistance his opponent's thick skin and corded muscle puts against the blow, slowing its passage to a crawl.

Jakob doesn't even flinch, falling forward until his hands are firmly planted in the soft sand and raising his bloody legs in a devastating mule-kick, not caring about the state of his ankles. Jakob hits, if anything harder than he looks capable of, and a kick like this could send Mercutio flying if it connects.