Mac was pretty sure her lips was bleeding and part of her waited for the next hit to be over with so she could let loose and plant the jerk's ass to the floor. But the second hit didn't come and Mac looked up to see what had happened. Mac thought she felt her eyes bulge out of their sockets when she saw her fellow guard get hit hard for a second time that day. She glared at him when looked as if he might retaliate again. Mac would have liked to take credit for the man retreating into his own patheticness, but she saw the other guy and knew if he hadn't interfered, the guard would have kept the fight going until one or the other was knocked clean out.
That still didn't stop Mac from being on the offensive once the man asked if she was okay. "I had him, dammit! Mr. Pretty-boy would have never gotten past his second punch," she explained with annoyance in her voice. Once she was sure she was done glaring in the direction of the other guard, she turned her full attention to her 'rescuer'. Ah crap, now she was going to have to apologize because she knew him.
"Damn Cutter, I forgot you could fight." Mac winced a bit, tasting the bitterness of her own blood in her mouth. Subconsciously she placed a had to her lip, yep, it was bleeding. "However, I bet he'll think twice before fucking with me again. All he'll have to do is remember his broken bones," she laughed a bit, wincing at the movement from her lips. "And of course be looking over his shoulder to make sure you're not there." She appreciated the help, especially from Rodeo's friend that she had just been talking about days before, but Mac had a reputation of keep up. It was bad enough half the male guards saw her as a simple little girl with feisty tendencies, sh didn't need them thinking she had an undercover body guard to fight her fights too.