[He goes in for an upper cut when he feels that hand at the back of his neck. He tenses, trying to twist free right when that knee connects with his gut. It jars his already wounded ribs and he coughs up what air he had in his lungs.
He ducks under Jacks grip to double back, one arm cradling his chest as the other hand blindly gropes for the wall for support. He gasping for breath and wincing, fighting off the pain and standing his ground. He's trying to look defiant past that pain.]