Brad sees the blow coming a split second before it lands and some alltruistic part of him, some part of him that knows he doesn't want this fight right here means that he takes it instead of blocking it. It's a good solid blow, a hard blow, hard enough to knock him back a step, but Brad's whole career has been spent sparring with men bigger than Sean Cassidy, and Poke's never pulled his punches either.

Brad shakes his head as though to clear it and, when he speaks, his voice is low and level and clear.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"