Dacatt stumbled back, panting heavily, his head throbbing from the headbutt.
He leaned against the ledge, trying to collect himself. His arms ached, his lip was bleeding, and he could feel the bruises forming on his face. He had been in plenty of fights before—hell, he had even taken down men twice his size. But this? This was something else entirely.
Andrei recovered too fast and in a flash, he dashed forward, seizing Dacatt by the back of his jacket. He swung him across the rooftop like he weighed nothing, sending him hurtling through the air.
His body crashed against the concrete floor, rolling violently before slamming into the opposite ledge.
"Fuck," he muttered breathlessly before coughing hard, blood spurting from his mouth. Although his body screamed in agony, he still forced himself to move, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
