Rodney tried to move his head, to no avail. He found himself being struck squarely in the face with more force than he had originally anticipated, one that managed to break his nose it seemed like. Letting out a grunt as his head snapped back, he pulled out his knife and swung wildly at the area in front of him, hoping to hit something vital in the process.

He needed to end this fight already. Not only was it incredibly sloppy work, but he was on his last leg as well. Battered, bruised, and exhausted, he was quickly reaching his limit. And that was dangerous.

[I]Very[/I] dangerous.