Kaldis' eyes were unusually focused, but then again just the thought of what he was about to do was pumping adrenaline through his system, the bumps in the chain became nothing to him as he slowly raised his stance atop the board, standing expressionless as he went along. Despite how focused he was, a tinge of fear still lingered in the back of his mind as he pushed on, now completely raised from the board with his feet firmly planted on it, he kicked with his back leg to push it along even faster. The man who remained at the back lines had turned his attention to Kaldis speeding towards him, and fired wildly, a majority of his shots coming nowhere near Kaldis, though a few came close. The closest shot actually managed to hit the front of the wooden board, causing Kaldis to begin spinning from the sudden force, causing him to fall off and roll slightly. A sudden howl of pain emerged from the Mob boss, and as Kaldis turned to see just what had happened, his own face contorted as if he'd just hit someone with a car. The board hadn't just spun off and stopped, Kaldis' fall had actually caused enough force to shoot the board off the ground...right at the boss' groin. Every little scrap of confidence he had was shattered, he hadn't beaten the mob boss in some amazing, drawn out fight where he needed to call upon his inner strength; he'd gotten a lucky shot to the poor guy's junk.

Scrambling to his feet, he wondered just how people would remember this, of how he'd managed to break the single solitary rule that all men upheld when they fought: The D was off limits. Pushing thoughts of future mockery from his mind, he sprinted as quickly as he could over to the incapacitated mob boss, who was currently on the ground clutching his groin while swearing things to Kaldis that no women or children should have been present for. Within a second, Kaldis clasped his hands together and formed a 3ft stick with a rather large amount of wood near the end, and hit the mob boss over the back of the head twice with an audible *thwack*. Just like that, the man was now unconscious, at least for the time being. Quickly realizing that he was still on the battlefield, he clasped his hands together once more and formed another wall between him and the mobsters, after which he felt his breath starting to turn ragged. [i]"Dang it...I can't keep making these...gotta make what I have left count."[/i] Slumping the unconscious man against the new thick wall, he flipped him over and placed both of his hands behind his back before materializing a pair of linked handcuffs between them; there was no chain, so it would be more appropriate to just call them restraints. 

With the mob boss dealt with, Kaldis slumped his back against the wall near the corner, taking the boss' magic shotgun in his hands; he couldn't afford to use much more energy. [b]"Orin! The other two got away, but I got this gang's leader! I-If you can take care of the rest, I'd appreciate it!"[/b] Kaldis shouted from behind the cover. Not wanting to seem lazy, he did at least pick up the club he'd used to knock out the mob boss and gave it a good toss, and as it hurtled through the air and smashed against some random mobster's skull he couldn't help but smile. [i]"I actually managed to do something!"[/i] before ducking behind cover once more, keeping a form grip on the mob boss' restraints so he couldn't escape if he awoke.