Oh, the little bastard. And little in the sense of younger, because little in the sense of anything else absolutely doesn't count. But even without full force behind the blow, it's enough to stagger Dwayne. Better than a knife to the kidney, but only marginally, and dammit, he needs to end this because the kid is tougher than he expected and if he doesn't get this over with, the chances of the fat man simply shooting them both and taking Mira gets better and better.

No more pulling punches, though he's still not going to break the kid. The hit to the balls has him wheezing a little, turning his leg to try and protect himself from another hit, but he's still got the superior position for a couple more hard jabs, fighting to keep from being hauled down. On the bright side, he's no longer feeling bad about hitting full-out since taking one to the sack- Dwayne takes advantage of the fact that he can get a full windup, landing a couple of good hard hammers as the thugs watch the whole thing with something like disbelief. Go down, dammit.