A scattered repetition of blows land against him, but Fring is not a military-trained colonel and he is not a solitary loyalist of a disgruntled intergalactic cabal but he is ruthless and uncompromising and they are two alike substances colliding in a forceful expenditure of kinetic energy on the floor of a building for an organization whose dissolution Rush and Asadi have just orchestrated.

Fring's fingers work around his throat and twist and the initial energy output is not sufficient to maintain this momentum and so Rush goes down, he lands on his side in a painful contorting of limbs as his hands remain locked around the other man's throat. Something in his midsection reacts poorly to the treatment but it is not highly relevant at the moment because Rush has a list of requirements in order for this conflict to occur in such a way that will not end poorly for him and said list may have only recently come into being as he had yet to delineate any such requirements while engaging in his initial charge, a grievous error in planning which he has since rectified, the first of those requirements being - he must not allow Fring to get on top of him.

Items two and so forth have yet to reveal themselves, and as of the present moment Rush is having a difficult time enumerating any further stipulations between the immense pain blossoming from his lower chest region and the unyielding grip of fingers on his throat and his struggle to retain his advantage of seizing Fring relatively off guard. He clings doggedly to the man's throat, eyes boring into his, hollow and feral and flinted.