[ ImpSec trained, Byerly's reflexes are sound: he grabs Miles as the man jumps at him, rocking back and adjusting his weight. He doesn't fall; instead, he swings Miles around, just a bit to the side, to redirect his energy. Still, drunk as he is, it takes a good amount of concentration not to fall, and Miles' shoulder catches him in the chest. ]
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