“I’ll kill you, Sawnie bastard. I’ll squeeze out your breath, rebel dog!”
It was instinct more than anything made MacKim twist his head to one side and bite deep into Hayes’ thumb. Hayes yelled and jerked his hand free, nearly loosening two of MacKim’s teeth in the process. Following up his advantage, MacKim shoved Hayes away and rolled to his feet. He sized up the opposition. Hayes was older and less agile, but stronger and a vastly more experienced brawler.
Snarling, Hayes lifted a jagged chunk of masonry and swung at MacKim, who stepped smartly aside. Again they grappled, with Hayes pushing MacKim back down, and clamping his arms around MacKim’s body.
“I’ll kill you, Sawnie!” Hayes promised. “I’ll kick you to death and burn you like we burned your brother.”
The words broke the last
