Pain exploded in Liam's back. The snow cushioned some of it, but his lungs screamed.
The tattooed man moved to stomp him—Liam rolled, kicked upward, and nailed him right in the groin.
A breathless wheeze.
He dropped.
Liam flipped back to his feet, ignoring the pain, breathing sharp.
Both men were wobbling now. Angry. Hurt.
But not down.
Come on, Liam thought.
The bald one lunged again. Liam stepped to the side, twisted, and slammed his elbow into the man's spine. The man roared in pain and swung backward, but Liam ducked and punched the back of his knee.
The leg gave out.
Liam didn't hesitate. He jumped up and drove both knees into the man's back as he fell.
CRACK!
A scream. The man hit the ground.
Liam rolled off, turned—just in time to see the tattooed one charging like a bull.
Liam sidestepped again. Just barely.
