He grunts and almost doubles over. There's just enough space for him to jump back. "I usually don't talk much doing this." Matt's voice reflects the efficiency of Samus's blow. "In real fast, out real fast."

No, he's not a ninja. A rub and pat to his gut and he breathes his way back into a stance. Accept it and let it go. Besides, he's not bleeding. What a bonus. This time he is going low, sliding for her shins and knees. If she's going to move, he's going to stagger his attacks with punches. Harder, faster.