[ Difficult to tell. A man never knows his own limits until they're reached. But they weren't far off. The fracture lines were there, plain as...

Well.

He draws back, far enough to see the shadow play over the patch he's got covering his eye. ]

And I'd do it again. What happens now is up to you. But you get the choice, at least. Besides, wouldn't want those bastards knowing they'd won, would we?