In all honesty Colt barely even saw the faces of the men as he charged and swung at them. He didn’t see anything except for the fact that he needed to take them all down. It was a flurry of punches and swings with the bar in his hand. It was a good combination and really it was one of the few times that Colt’s blind anger served him really well. There would be no stopping himself though. Which was the downside of this anger. Not that he thought of that until he heard Brea calling to him and suddenly realized that the man he had been punching was very obviously not getting back up. He looked up, his eyes first falling on Brea with Logan before they shifted to Corey.
He practically wailed as he felt his heart drop. He honestly couldn't tell if they were too late. He bolted to her, easily passing through the shield Brea had thrown around her. “Corey! Corey Please baby,” he begged as he looked her over. He didn’t even know where to focus, what to do. His instinct was to rip her right off those but something inside of him screamed not to do that. She had lost so much blood, her leg was broken, they had skinned her thigh. BUT he could see her shallow breathing. She didn’t have much time but she was alive.
“Brea I don’t know what to do,” he called behind him. He wanted more than anything to touch her but was also terrified that if he did he would somehow hurt her. “She breathing but barely and she has lost so much blood.”