He manages to block with his shield, just barely. Still weezing from the cracked ribs, still very much pissed off at what is going on. The thugs keep at it with their attacks around you, with thug 3 landing a blow of 25, dmg of 10, once again hitting you on your ass, trying to knock you off balance. Thug 4 has the same idea, aiming for the back and trying to get you off balance, with a attack of 17, just glancing off of your sexy tan body.<br/><br/>Thug 2 is still quite fucked up, wheezing still and aiming for the chest once more. Getting a blow of 20, which doesn't do anything but just bounce off of your ample chest.