Dropping one arm to pin the weapon against his side, he ran his free hand up the wood until he touched flesh. Thorn pinned the club-wielder’s hand under his own and turned his hips, breaking the attacker’s grip on the weapon and snapping his pinky as a fringe benefit. The goon screeched and tried to pull away. Thorn reversed the club and drove it into the former owner’s throat, then dropped the weapon as a boot took him in the kidneys. He tried to roll away from the impact and ended up taking a hard belly flop onto the greasy concrete of the alley as his legs were swept out from under him. He screamed as a knife slashed a line of pain down his arm and his mind yammered at him. Get up , get up , get the hell UP! The gang closed in for the kill, kicking and slashing.