When Trumper stumbled back, Lex bent over at the wait and rested his arms on his knees as he fought to take a few deep breathes. His stomach and chest were bruised, making it difficult. Anatoly wouldn't be happy at all.

But he felt better. Lighter. It was amazing what a good fight could do.

Finally taking a deep breath, he stood up and nodded to Trumper. He was good if Trumper was.