His head hurt. No, throbbed. Actually, everything throbbed. His muscles felt as though he'd just fought a bear, and he wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the fact he'd been drugged, kidnapped, and tied to a chair bolted to the floor. Or perhaps it was because he got a little too spacey at the bar, a decision made so that he could relax for a few hours,

Clearly, whoever had kidnapped him was waiting for him to slip up.

Clearly they underestimated who exactly they kidnapped.

He wasn't going down without a fight, that was for sure. Even if it meant beating the mercenaries who stood before him. Every. Single. One.