"It won't," Locus assures him roughly, before taking the offered hand and pulling himself to his feet. It's close enough of a match that he's enjoying this. York -- Locksmith, rather -- is presenting a worthy challenge. They'll be able to keep each other on their toes for the foreseeable future.

Shifting his weight on his feet, Locus moves into a ready stance once more. Last round, one way or another. But he never enters a fight expecting to lose.