He doesn't stop, but he's also slow-moving. Faster than any man his age has a right to be, admittedly, but Rey's in top form and better trained in the area. Smaller. Faster moving all around.

She gains on him, and he's winded by the time she does, breath coming out in raspy wheezes as he tries to keep his muscles moving. He's not a soldier, dammit, he's just—

She takes him down, and they spill across the floor, but he doesn't stop fighting her. Doesn't hesitate to swing at a girl.