Smoker smirked, "I'm not that easily baited, recruit," he answerer in a low growl. "How much wind do you have left?" He let his fist be held, he still wasn't going to use his full strength to punch or kick, not while it risked actually hurting one of his own marines. Instead he brought his knee up high to Tsuzuki's chest again, the predatory glint in Tsuzuki's eyes one that Smoker himself knew all too well from personal experience.