The fist whips into his skull before he realizes what's happening. He'd expected Dean to focus on defending for some time. That he's already turned an offensive on Kisuke in turn means that he's capable of meeting him for speed, if not exceeding it. Which maybe shouldn't come as so much of a surprise. He'd never left his artificial body before starting this. As long as he was the one of the offensive, it didn't matter as much He could still use nearly as much force in this body as he could outside of it.

But it does limit him if the tables are turned. He can only move as fast as the body allows for. Which is not as fast as he needed to to avoid a blood nose.

At the sound of a crack and the feel of the first few drops of wet on his upper lip, he backs away, laughing. and holds up a palm. "That's great," he decides, voice still chipper, despite the way it's garbled by one of his white hands cupping at his nose aggressively. "Because my face hurts, so I don't feel better at all. Time. Time out."