Hand-to-hand

 And charged. He threw up his forearms like an offensive lineman blocking a defensive back, but Pike slipped to the
side, pushed the man’s elbow down and away, caught his head, and rolled him into the floor. Third of a second once
contact was made, and Pike was on his feet, watching the muscular man rush toward him in slow motion as the three
other men, even more slowly, jumped to their feet. The muscular man reached under his shirt even as he pushed past
the tables. Pike did not try to stop the gun; he rolled his hand under the man’s wrist, drove the man’s arm over and
back, and pulled him backward and down. Pike had the gun before the man slammed into the floor, and hit him on the
forehead with it two hard times.
 He put out a nice stiff left, which he planned to follow with a right cross. I slipped to the left, which threw him off
enough so that I could step inside the right cross and get a handful of his hair. I pulled his head forward and broke his
nose with my head. Still holding his hair in one hand, I got my other hand into his crotch and put my shoulder into him
and lifted him off the ground and slammed him down on the hood of the truck. He grunted, and went limp. When I
stood back, he slowly slid off the hood and lay in the street with his mouth open
 Wells tackled him, a linebacker drilling a quarterback from the blindside, a clean shoulder-to-shoulder hit that arched
Marley’s spine. The gun clattered from his hand and skittered into the drainage ditch. Wells kept coming, driving his
legs, finishing the hit.
 He smashed an elbow into the side of Marley’s skull, the soft spot high on the temple.

Gun fights used to be all there was

 Slapped his right palm down on the man’s face, shattering his nose.
 Black Rugby shirt swung his chain wildly now, his eyes dropping to check on his friend and then darting back up, with
equal measures of fury and terror, to the bearded man in front of him.
 Dewey yanked back with his right forearm, snapping the man‘s neck like a tree branch.
 He expected it, anticipated it, and in the moments after landing he let his body relax.
 His partner was on his hands and knees how, scrambling toward the bed. I caught him and dragged him to his feet and
turned my hip as he tried to knee me in the groin. I banged his nose with my forehead and pushed him away and hit him
left cross straight right and he fell over on the bed
 Took another step forward, crowding him
 I slapped him with my open left hand full across the face. It rocked him and he took a step back and then steadied
himself, blinking his eyes and staring at me. His headache must have been a starburst.
 I hit him a left hand in the V under his ribs where the sternum ends. It paralyzed his diaphragm and he gasped and
doubled over and then pitched forward onto the sidewalk.
 I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and held his gun hand against his chest, the gun caught under the jacket and I hit
him twice more with my right, square in the nose. He sagged and I shoved him away,
Philosophy/quotes
 Muscle over mind

 Mortal danger brings clarity

 Like two scorpions in a bottle
Pain
 He absorbed the trauma, swallowing the pain, then kicked his way slowly back to the surface.
 Pain was just an illusory sensation that his mind could shut down if it needed to, he told himself. Put it aside.
Techniques
 Paralyzes vocal cords with a strike to the neck
 Box ears to break their ear drums
 Banged together the heads of his two helpers. It sounded like a bat hitting a baseball.
Knives

Classic knife fight

 He had a knife. I moved away from him. He was stronger than Ichabod and had a knife. He started toward me. I had my
gun in an ankle holster but I didn’t want to start shooting in the middle of the street if I didn’t have to. I took another
step back and slid my belt out of my pant loops. I looped it around my left hand so that the buckle end swung loose
Torture
 Multiple small incisions on the thighs, all just splitting the skin. He’d then applied the salt
Guns
 Bullets tore through the door, sending splinters flying.
 Windows shattered, spewing glass shards everywhere
 Bullets gouging the walls
 Spray of bullets tore through the line of front windows, striking a side wall, shattering a beautiful gilded mirror
 The man had seen Jack’s shadow, seen whisper of movement and dove to the ground. Jack’s bullet went tinto a tree and
spewed up a whirlwind of leaves
 Ignoring the pain in his thigh, the blood seeping from the cut in his left arm and tried to move as quickly and quietyly
as possible
 How do you win a gun fight without a gun?

 Shoot the smell off a skunk at a hundred yards

 Some were home by now having their first drink before dinner. Maybe looking at the paper. Probably none of them
were planning to shoot it out with a bunch of sociopaths.
 He lunged for Pike’s gun, but Pike rolled his hands down and away with a minor wing chun deflection, and snapped the
Python up hard into the bottom of the man’s chin, popping his jaw like a rat trap. The Python flicked again, and this
time, Pike hit him in the Adams’ apple. The bagman clutched at his throat, choking. His face turned bright red
 Opened up with sharp, recise three-round bursts, their fire guided by the infrared dots visible through their monoculars.
 Carver’s reaction was subconscious, automatic. He fired at the man and the backup who came after him.
 He never turned his back on a wounded man
After
 Badly bruised, lacerations, and at least one of his teeth had recently been knocked out
 My hands were sore. I stumbled out into the kitchen and put ice cubes in a bowl and ran some water and put my hands
in to soak.
 I knocked five of them out—what’s wrong with that—nothing except there were 8.
Recovery
 I took a deep breath. It hurt my ribcage. I exhaled, inhaled again, inched my arms under me and pushed myself up on
my hands and knees. My head swam. I felt my stomach tighten and I threw up, which hurt the ribs some more. I stayed
that way for a bit, on my hands and knees with my head hanging, like a winded horse. My eyes focused a little better. I
could see the snow and the dog’s footprints. I crawled over, got hold of the park bench and slowly got myself upright.
Everything blurred for a minute, then came back into focus gain. I inhaled some more and felt a little steadier