It was one of Cross' men and he wasn't going to move.
Damn, damn damn damn, Philip cursed, losing the infamous temper each
Irishman was known to have. Gone was the calmness or stature of a priest.
In it's place was one pissed off Irishman knowing that a friend was being
railroaded.
"DEREK!!" Philip's voice BOOMED within the house as he started to push the
guard aside to get to the door.
It earned him a punch to the stomach which made him double over with.
But that was quite fine with him. He had played rougher on the soccer field
and used his head to ram up into the guy's chin.
Philip then came up, did a quick sign of the cross across the guy and then
punched him right in the chin, telling him on his way down "God bless ya, ye
arse."
Then he looked at the other one, raising his dukes "Ye want some o' this
too?"
