You know, Trenton was really getting tired of people coming up to his penthouse with the express purpose of knocking him around. First Aaron, and now this asshole. Displeasure registered within his seafoam eyes in that initial moment; he was pissed, but not too surprised.
When he slammed into the stark white backdrop of his entryway wall, Trenton grunted in wordless discomfort. If he'd been able to generate more sound that just the occasional gurgle, there was a loaded round of choice obscenities for this stranger. What the hell had happened to manners?
His invader hadn't given him any head trauma, which gave Trenton a good fifteen seconds to generate a smartass comment for as soon as he could breathe again. Oh, it was a good one. Just as soon as the stranger released his throat.. any second..
When that didn't happen, Trenton finally began to struggle. He swung out with his fists, pulled on the hand at his throat in a fully useless and instinctive method. He kicked and he bucked and the world was steadily beginning to go gray. If he lost consciousness and forgot his smartass, witty retort.. all would be lost. Trenton vainly reached out again, but had almost no energy to swing a fist or do much of anything beside tangle a hand in the nameless man's shirt before he slumped so lifeless, and everything went black.