Ted flashed a smile as the blade struck true, rejoicing in his solid hit, even if it had been treacherously made from behind. Is he, gasp, becoming a pragmatist? Perish the thought!

Then again, drubbing him with two dozen goons forfeit Yamato Man from all manly honor. Why shouldn't it be slain like a rat? What claim had it to noble combat?

Yet Ted couldn't quite resist the temptation to meet what looked to be a charging bull. Surely it had something fateful in store. And yet, less than honorable thoughts filled his head. He thought back to when Koishi had given him the gauntlets, and what they could be best used for. He closed his eyes, concentrating. His brain tried to work out the physics behind his latest maneuver. If his opponent's back was the surest spot, so be it. All he had to do is find a way to gain permanent access.

He ran forward, with his left arm in front trying to conceal his right. Even now, the spectral hand emanating from the gauntlet was grasping his blade at a distance. He would not show Yamato Man his maneuver till it was too late. His forward rush dared Yamato man to unleash whatever attack it was planning. For his own part, Ted would keep a vigilant eye, attempt an evasion, and then flank. If his mind could manage the task, his left fist and both feet would manage his enemy from the front. From behind would be his sword, ready to finish its work, attached by the mystic telekinesis provided by his right glove. It would be clumsy work, but it might be enough. He would attempt to answer the riddle of whether one man can harry his foe from either side.