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Before Ha in the slick, fine powder, Liaht hook His head snapped back A lol tore from his throat

“It’s on, asswipe,” Hammer bellowed

Crouching low, he slarunt exploded fro the two id snow

Liam hissed as the frozen precipitation hit his bare back Hammer snarled and straddled O’Neill’s chest, then hauled back a fist

Fro back on his heels and shaking his head

Haled to sit up He launched his fist straight at Lia crunch Blood sprayed in a perfect arc, landing on the Irishman’s chest and chin

“You ready to give up yet?” Hammer baited

“Concede to you, you fucking bastard?” the other man scoffed “In your dreams”

They panted heavily, and Liaave up with a curse Instead, the man wiped at his nose, then reared back and punched his in a rush, and he felt faintly nauseous—and not for anything would he admit it

“What are you doing, O’Neill? Trying to tickleanother shot to Liam’s cheek

“Get the hell off ut,” Lia Ha to his knees, Liam hovered over him and plowed his fist into Macen’s nose Pain exploded in his skull

Haether, even as blood ran into hisme with your purse”

“You fight like a fucking girl Planning to scratch ut

Macen groaned but

Sprawled out in the snow side by side, the two ht sky The freezing temperature cooled his temper Hammer realized he didn’t want to kill Liam, simply vent the years of pent-up fury once and for all His nose hurt His stomach felt sore He spit out a mouthful of blood His only consolation was that he didn’t think Liam had fared any better