He laid his head down on the ground for a moment, shutting his eyes as the other man landed another kick to his ribs. Nothing a bottle of whiskey and a few vicodin wouldn't help cure. He was starting to look forward to that. He slowly lifted his head up, opening his eyes once more and spitting blood out on the floor. His vision swam a little, but it didn't stop him from getting back up.

"That all you got?" he taunted.