Cole's face was a darkening purple, bloodshot eyes bulged manically and his lips were tinged blue. His legs kicked behind, thrashing out at Joshua McGinley, but increasingly weakly. One of his arms was trapped beneath him, his own weight preventing him using it, the other tugged progressively more feebly at McGinley's strangling elbow.
Desperately attempting to control the panic that suddenly exploded inside himself, Mickey fired two fists into Samuel's sides, seeking the lowest ribs. His right fist felt a crack as it made contact, and his left returned before finding his assailant's chin. Semi- conscious, the boy toppled sideways.