Three seconds and both were down. I sprang back to face Vermont, but he was still stood where he had been, just as impassive as ever. I dropped my hands back to my sides and stood up straight once more, breathing a little harder than before. “You do amuse me, Mr. Michaels. I shall pray that you don’t get killed on my watch. Come along, chaps,” he commanded. Then he turned and walked out the door, clearly believing that proceedings had been concluded.
Vermont not into fighting himself
