R2 block and dodge

He flipped over in midair, but Moriarty grabbed him by the shorts and brought him down to slam his knee into his stomach. Hale barely had time to get to his feet before his opponent was throwing out a blitzkrieg of blows, only barely matched by Hale busily slapping them out of the way.

[...]

This guy and his stupid math. Why wouldn't he just shut up about it? The sad thing is, he was right. Hale couldn't punch or think his way out of this. He was just not measuring up. He lost his company, he was losing in a contest of strength, and now he was losing his dignity in front of an audience. Damn it! Screw his calculations! If only he could punch a calculation!

...Actually. That was an idea.

Saxton stepped back to dodge Moriarty's uppercut, missing by a centimeter. Again and again, he stepped back with every one of Moriarty's punches, and busily, violently, rubbed his hands together as fast and hard as he could. Two strong, calloused hands furiously scraping together faster than the eye could follow.