Pain exploded in Bastian's skull as one of the men backhanded him. It would only take a few more strikes like these, and he'd go down. He had been worried a confrontation like this would happen, but he'd gone on this fool's errand simply to spend more time with Jane.
One of the men lunged for him as two more circled, waiting like wolves. Bastian slid sideways to avoid the man that dove for them, his feet skidding along the concrete. The move cost him greatly as he stumbled and fell. Instinct had him rolling back up onto the balls of his feet in a squat position, but he was vulnerable. A booted foot dug into his ribs in a savage kick, and his lungs expelled every breath of air in him. Fractures of pain shot through his chest. It took every ounce of willpower to gather his strength and tack
