Assault was nothing new to Highways. Over the years he had been shot, stabbed, kicked, punched, crowbarred, tire ironed, maced, pistol whipped and even strangled on one particularly memorable occasion. He wasn't a victim, per say, merely more passive then aggressive and that didn't work to his advantage all too often.
The old Greek's punched floored him. He hit the ground hard, certain that half of his face had fallen in. There was no time to check as he was being hauled up by the collar of his shirt.
"What are you talking about?" He spat through a mouth full of blood, knowing full well the teeth he had just swallowed would grow back in an hour or two.