Rolling to his feet, Todd wiped spit off his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t like special dust much, do you?”
Backing up a few steps to get a good start, Todd charged forward and kicked Jah’lar as hard as he could in the solar plexus. He felt the small bone there give. Jah’lar coughed, supporting himself on one hand, while trying to wipe blood from his lips with the other. All he really succeeded in doing was smearing it across his chin.
“That was for me!” Todd snapped. He crossed the room and retrieved his knife. Holding it tightly, Todd strode to Jah’lar and kicked him in the head hard enough Jah’lar’s arm gave out, and he was face down on the floor rasping and gagging. Kneeling so a knee was between Jah’lar’s shoulder blades, Todd reached around and cupped Jah’lar’s chin, pulling his head back.