Greed pulled his hand back when he realized the shots weren't penetrating, then looked at his hand for a moment.

"Not bad, kid. Guess I should just go for heavy hits, then. No more rabbit punches."

With a guttural growl, he pulled back his right arm, twisted at the waist, and drove the limb straight forward, keeping his hand pointed straight to drill through the sand barriers. He'd see how the little bastard fared with his neck in a vice grip.