"Alright, alright!" Damnit, this was not supposed to happen! Sci-fi shit like this was reserved for horrors movies! And then when it got too scary all you had to do was turn the lights back on or cover your eyes. You weren't supposed to watch your partner suffer from something alien eating him inside out and be unable to stop it!

"Stop, I'll do it!" It wasn't often he had a leg up on Barnaby's broad spectrum of knowledge and it soured his mouth knowing he had to use it against his partner. He'd practiced enough martial arts and watched enough boxing to know the most effective places to make someone bring their lunch back up. He didn't have padding, though, but he figured a broken hand was a sufficient penance for hurting Barnaby. God, he hoped it was worth it. He hoped he wasn't making a mistake, trying to finish this as quickly as possible. All it would take was the right amount of pressure at the right angle and he could break the man's ribs or tear his internal organs.

Saying one last silent prayer, Wild Tiger placed his left hand on Barnaby's shoulder to steady him. He balled up his his fist and aimed the punch below his sternum where the network of cartilage connecting his ribs was a bit more forgiving than solid bone. A good liver blow could clean out someone's stomach in one hit, if they were lucky, but he had his doubts tonight.