Nate's vision had almost whited out when his head slammed into the bell-guy's, the sudden whiplash causing a ringing in his ears that drowned out the buzz and the bells. It was almost a pleasant reprieve. If it wasn't for the throb that caused it.

The man said something. He couldn't hear the ringing was far too loud. He understood though when the bell-guy's fist collided into the flesh of his belly, effectively causing Nate to gasp and release the other's hand, stumbling back.

He was doubled over for a small amount of time, clasping at his stomach with both hands before straightening and taking a breath. A breath that soon devolved into a chuckle.

He moved his eyes to the other's face, barely noting the blood. The ringing was fading, the buzzing coming back. A small wave at the edge of his vision. Distortion. Static.

He charged, shoulder down, legs kicking him off. He had no idea if he would hit. He could barely care. He needed this. The buzzing was becoming too much. Hard to think right. His face felt hot.