Phoebe began to speak and his big hand covered her mouth as he gripped her jaw.

"Be careful what you say," the man said coldly and Kyle saw Phoebe's eyes widen in fear.

"Get your meaty paws off of- OOOOFF!!" The wind left Kyle's lungs as the big fist drove into his stomach.

He barely saw the second punch before it slammed into his temple and the third hit was just a glancing blow on his chin as his legs folded under him, everything sliding to black but never quite getting all the way there. He struggled to get his muscles to cooperate.

He heard fabric tearing, a scream and...