York keeps himself on the balls of his feet, light and ready. When Wash is in range he doesn't grapple, doesn't play around, simply goes low to jam his shoulder into Wash's solar plexus, shoves forward and up to flip him onto his back. Easy as breathing- even if Wash is more dense than he used to be. Kid's been eating his Wheaties.

The applause he didn't see coming.

"Need to see that again?"