"Can I have another?" The words came out in a whispered groan, but the warlock still had the shit-eating grin on his face even as blood trickled down his face. Man, that was going to hurt in the morning. He was pretty sure he had a concussion and the gash on his forehead would take more than a potion to heal. His nerves were on fire and he was pretty sure he had a broken rib or two but still, he wasn't going to give in, anytime soon. The burly dude before him just chuckled and cracked his bloody knuckles. "You must have a death wish or something, man. Just tell us where the money is." The guy looked almost tentative this time, his eyes darting more than usual. He was probably getting afraid a little roughing up wasn't going to work on this one. That gave Christian the edge he needed. The guy wasn't a killer. Spitting out some bright red blood, the warlock laughed, looking right up into the left hook that was coming toward him. He felt his jaw crack as it connected and stars flashed before his eyes as he went down toward the pavement for the fifth time at least during this encounter. Why the hell was he always getting his ass kicked? Oh yeah, cause he asked for it. He damn well begged for it. Anything to keep the madness at bay. ![]() |