Vs. Joe: round 2

I raised the dart gun, but the crimson-eyed Fixer flung himself at me. It was so fast I couldn’t get out of the way, and the descending weight smashed me back and down. I twisted as I landed, though, and came up on top of the killer and brought the Snellig barrel up. But just as the Fixer back at the processing plant had done, he slapped it away with such force the pistol went spinning out over the crowd.

I wasted no time and dropped my knee into the pit of his stomach, parried his hands to one side, and drove my right thumb into his eye socket. There was an explosion of red, and he shrieked so loudly, it hurt my head. Instead of writhing in agony, he punched me in the side hard enough to lift me off him. I crashed down and immediately rolled away as he hammered down with his fist. I pivoted on my hip and kicked him in the mouth. Enhanced or not, skin, muscles, bones, and tendons are still vulnerable. My kick knocked his jaw askew.

I hopped to my feet and pulled my Wilson knife from its pocket sheath, thumbed it open with a flick of my wrist, and, as the Fixer lumbered up, I swept his foot out from under him, caught his hair as he fell, and cut his throat.

-Relentless pg. 462-463, Kindle Edition.