Rhian's heart pounded in his chest. He tried to pull away, but Justin's grip was iron.
Justin's other hand moved in a blur, slamming into Rhian's ribs. The sound was a dull crack, pain shooting through Rhian's side.
Rhian snarled, his own hand flashing up to grab Justin's wrist.
He twisted, trying to break the hold, but Justin didn't budge. His hand moved to Rhian's shoulder, shoving him back like he weighed nothing.
Rhian staggered, his boots skidding on the stone floor. He caught himself, his eyes locked on Justin.
He saw it then, the calm smile that wasn't a smile at all. It was cold, like a promise of what was coming.
Rhian roared, his body surging forward again. His arms moved faster, his fists slamming into Justin's guard, his elbows and shoulders crashing forward. He used every inch of his strength, every ounce of his will.
