Homo?

Every time one of them swung, Artis dodged and countered with something vicious.

A man swung wildly—Artis side-stepped and planted a fist into his gut, making the guy double over, wheezing like an old man.

Another one lunged—Artis pivoted, kicked him square in the ass, and sent him flying into his buddy like a pair of bowling pins.

One desperate fool tried to bear-hug him—Artis responded by grabbing his face and slamming it into his knee.

THUNK!

The poor bastard collapsed like a wet sack of laundry.

It was brutal.

It was beautiful.

And for Lily... it was dangerously sexy.

The sounds of cracking bones, pained screams, and moaning men filled the air. The ground was littered with bodies—groaning, twitching, rolling in pain like pigs in mud.