‘Back off.’ I told him. ‘Back off, or else...’
‘Or else what?’ Bach said between narrowing his eyes and wringing my hand.
I hit him in the face with my free hand, somewhere on his thick cheek, but it really hurt my hand.
Bach jumped away from me, snarled and, raising his fists, advanced to attack. Frisbee stupidly jumped aside and shouted something. Neolani screamed. Pincher tried to rise from his knees.
I tried to dodge but Bach struck my jaw, and then my chest, knocking all the air from my lungs. It became clear that it was time to get out, and reeling, I staggered to the door, feebly waving away the punches of my former friends. But Pincher finally got up and decided a different approach. He launched himself on my back and clung to me like a tick, pulling me to the floor. Then Frisb
