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punches and yells from the other fighters. As Reilly hit the ground, Hall lashed out and kicked her.
    For a second, Summer was paralysed. How could Hall possibly do that to a woman? But no one was paying attention. The expression on Hall’s face scared Summer. He looked as if he were going to kick Reilly again.
    Without thinking, she plunged into the melee, determined to protect the other woman.
    It took seconds before she realised what a mistake that was. Reilly was struggling to her feet, but Summer was caught between her and a furious Hall. He drew back his fist.
    Summer screamed. 'Flynn!'
    Flynn turned and took in the situation in one glance. Ignoring the Australian Andy had just knocked to the ground; he took two giant steps in her direction. Andy’s long legs hampered his movement, but didn’t slow him down. Flynn hit Hall with an uppercut to his chin that knocked him backwards and off his feet.
    He didn’t even wait to see the SEAL pair fall before he grabbed Summer and marched her back to the side of the field. 'And this time, stay here.'
    Then he was gone, back into the confusion.
     
     
    The number of Giants was smaller now, but the fighting was more vicious. Andy urged Flynn into the thickest part of the scum where he could use his almost preternatural ability to predict movement to let his opponents beat each other up. Flynn was still frozen with horror at the sight of Summer facing an enraged Hall. God knows what the bastard would have done to her if Flynn hadn’t got there in time.
    Some day, Flynn vowed, he would have a reckoning with Hall. He had been sliding by on his connections for too long. It was time he got the ass-kicking he deserved.
    He risked a glance at the sidelines and saw Summer there, clutching Reilly’s arm like a kid at a carnival. She was round-eyed and shocked, but in perfect health.
    Then Andy was swinging a roundhouse punch at a big Frenchman and Flynn focused on the fight at hand. The world faded to Andy’s weight on his shoulders, the signals to turn, the struggle to stay upright in the mass of writhing muscles, the sound of punches hitting flesh, curses and grunts, the smell of sweat and bruised grass.
    Blood dripped from Andy’s nose down onto Flynn, but he ignored it. There were only three giants left now, and he and Andy were under attack from the formidable SAS pair.
    Flynn jumped back, out of range of a punch that would have knocked out a horse, and felt something hit the back of his knee like a sledgehammer. His entire left leg was a useless blaze of pain. He turned his head and saw Hall behind him, foot still retracting from the kick.
    Flynn staggered, and caught the shoulder of the SAS operator to prevent himself from falling. 'Fuck off, man,' he said, but he had seen the kick too and didn’t push Flynn away. He backed off half a step.
    Flynn used the tacit permission to turn and attack the American Giant. Andy launched at his on top, delivering a series of surgically precise blows. The fact that they had shared obscene jokes and a six-pack of beer the night before did not stop him, or slow the retaliation from his opponent.
    The expression on Hall’s face confirmed what Flynn expected. The bastard was going to go for it again. Flynn deliberately turned a quarter step away, leaving an opening, and Hall went for it. He kicked at Flynn’s knee again.
    Flynn was ready. With one leg off the ground to kick, Hall was off balance. Flynn lashed out with a sidekick to the other leg and as Hall stumbled, he elbowed him in the side of the head.
    Hall hit the ground, yelling that his jaw was broken.
    His team mate on top fell too, but rolled to his feet. 'Oh man up,' he told Hall. 'You’re screaming like a girl. You’re a fucking disgrace to the team.' He stalked off, leaving Hall on the ground.
    The battle was not over. The SAS pair had enough of playing nice, and went on the attack. Flynn lost track of time as they battled, neither pair giving an inch.
    He was sweating and