Thomas was not the type to get hit. He stayed away from fights and anything physical, though he did remember getting a bit scrappy as a kid. All of that raced from his head, though, as soon as Crozier's fist connected with his face. He felt a rush of white-hot pain that didn't seem to dissipate, even as he staggered back, barely managing to keep his feet.

He felt blood pooling in his mouth and spit it in a very undignified way on the theme park ground. Before he could consider the ramifications, Thomas leapt up at him, fists flying.