Despite Wrench's relative discomfort with the unarmed scuffle, he's not used to having much in the way of challengers. The men who have found themselves on the wrong side of his violence have rarely been the dextrous kind. More often than not they were the kind to sit behind the desk and give the orders, which made overpowering them a relatively easy task. He's had a few good challengers through the years but mostly he's managed to best them by being observant enough and cunning enough to find the upper hand.

It's clear to him pretty immediately that this man isn't like those he's grappled with in the past. That point is further driven home when the stranger's foot connects with his legs, and the tall man finds himself stumbling into the dirt. No matter the kind of fight there's one tactic he always seems to employ: get the hell up as quickly as possible. So Wrench does just that, climbing to his feet.

This time he decides to rush the man, barreling towards him with his shoulder tucked like a football linebacker.