In his defense, Echo didn't account for the differences in height and weight between him and Boba. All he had in mind was to take him off of his feet, but when realization struck the tackle was already in full force, pinning the boy down in seconds.

The wind is knocked out of his lungs when they both slam against the ground, but his head snaps up to see the helmet fly off of the boy's head.

That helmet. The helmet.

He isn't imagining things. He's knocked down a clone.

Not just any clone - Boba Fett.

And he's fighting like a Nexu under him, breaking the mild spell of shock. Echo shakes his head, taking another few hits as he yanks Boba up with his one hand. "-Hey, hey! Stop it!" he prompts, trying and somewhat failing to sound less irritated than he already is. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you, so you better quit while you're ahead."