Leo's lip split and blood dripped down his chin, warm and metallic, staining his shirt collar. He touched the wound with his fingers, looked at the red on his fingertips, then back at Samuel.
Samuel laughed, a wild, desperate sound that echoed through the warehouse. "You're not so tough now, are you?"
Leo wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, his gray eyes cold as winter steel. Then he lunged.
His fist connected with Samuel's stomach, driving the air from his lungs and sending him doubling over, gasping, his face contorted in pain. Leo drove his knee into Samuel's face, and Samuel's head snapped back with a sickening crack. Leo grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall, where Samuel's head hit the plaster with a dull thud before he slumped, unconscious, crumpled against the wall like a discarded doll.
