Clear my head.

"Think her name's Sienna... the Scottish one," Marsh said, and then laughed. "What about these other conquests of yours, then?"

"Sienna's just a good f*ck, she's willing to do what I want...she's nothing more...as for the others, I hardly know their names."

"Conquests indeed," Marshall mused, removing the hand from ebhidn his back. Encased in a boxing glove. And he punched Peter hard in the jaw.

Peter fought back. He was a big guy. Very big. Muscles everywhere.

Marshall was smaller, looking apparently scrawny but with more speed and intelligence than Peter. He could dodge attacks much better, and seemed more capable of ignoring pain.

Peter had him on the floor.

Marshall brought up a knee into Peter's groin, pushing him over with a judo move he had picked up and then locking his hands around Peter's neck in a chokehold.

Peter actually began to choke.

Marshall contemplated not letting go. He pushed a knee into Peter's sternum and carried on.

Peter's face was going blue.

Marshall twicthed his fingers, and then let go, keeping Peter pinned down.

Peter spluttered for air.

Marshall was tempted to choke him again.

Peter got up angrily. "WHAT THE F*CK WAS ALL THAT FOR?!"

"Hurting Sienna."