Fuck. Okay, that hurt; adrenaline was doing to nothing to help him ignore that one.

Still, he wasn't letting go of that collar. When Ciaran did manage to draw his hand away from his nose, he balled it into a fist and punched Sim in the stomach.

"Da ti eba majkata" he spat back, landing another punch in Sim's gut for good measure.

His head was still throbbing. Fuck, why hadn't he thought of headbutting this bastard first?