Normally in a situation like this he would be the first one to strike but he couldn’t do that, not at the moment. He needed to see what they would do. A small beating he could take, as long as it didn’t rupture anything on accident. He wasn’t entirely sure they knew how to hold back but it was one big relief he wasn’t expendable just yet. Not the first time he’d thought it and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last.<br/><br/>With the hand on his collar he place both hands on either side, almost like he was one of those people who would try to wriggle away from a tight grasp but he knew better than that…there was a trick to it and any amount of squirming would probably make things worse. He needed to wait and be patient; not always a healthy decision but it had kept him a live so far…sort of…he did have a lot of help on that front.<br/><br/>The moment the door was kicked in he used their distractions as momentum. He felt sick and a bit wobbly but he had to do something. It didn’t really feel like they pulled their punches but he knew they had, if they didn’t he would have broken ribs instead of a few bruised ones. Using a pressure point he got out of the guy’s grip somehow managing to stay on his feet when he touched the ground fully. Pivoting he hit the guy in the leg again before using the same momentum to turn and punch him in the back of the neck. He wasn’t dead, probably paralyzed but not dead. The other man would be a problem if he didn’t get help.<br/><br/>He knew they would have probably tried to use him to either make Kat talk or…make an example out of…or just for kicks keep him around and use him as a punching bag. Slowly he backed up his breathing adjusted so he could do it without really damaging his ribs. “Hey Kat I was just about to come and get you.” He said when he saw someone else with her. He gave her a questioning glace for a second before turning his attention to the goon before them.<br/><br/>“You want to take care of him or should that guy with you?” It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it but he was sure if he did that last ounce of energy would take him down. He was on the brink, still could do things but the moment he stopped moving or stopped working on things he knew he would fall over.