Admit defeat and call it a draw? No fucking way. Dean had continued to fight through much more, and he was a little pissed that the bastard was barely bleeding. "Yeah, sure, beers." He nodded, struggling for breath in between his words. "Maybe after I finish with you." He took another breath, filling about half his lungs and turned his head to spit out some blood.
He lunged forward once more and punched him so hard in the jaw that his knuckles ached. Not waiting another second his fist came out again, this time in an upper cut to the chest, followed by a sweep at the knees to bring him down again.