Takagi's Breakdown

Thanks to my training, I caught Takagi's fist in midair and held it there. Of course, I empathized with him, but I still wasn't about to let myself be beaten to a pulp. 

"Let me go, you fucker!" he threw his other fist, aiming for another weak point; my skull's temple. 

It made sense. As a punk, he must've had a lot of fighting experience. So he'd naturally know where his strikes would be most effective. 

Unfortunately for him... I had more.

While he swung, I slipped underneath the arm I held, twisting it, and flipped him to the ground. His back crashed into the turf, and he gasped for air. 

"Calm down!" I turned him to his stomach and placed a knee on his arm's joint, limiting its motion.

"Fuck you!" Takagi retorted. "'Forget about Nakamura?' How the hell can you say that?! He saved your life, you ungratef-"

"What the hell are you guys doing?!" Agawa stood up from the campfire; the rest of my companions soon followed her.