Ronan doubles over at the blow, wind knocked out of him as the other Ronan kicks at his leg and sends him dropping to his knees. It's exactly the kind of hit Ronan should've expected given it's exactly the kind of hit he'd make himself in the same position and fury rockets through him as he seethes up at his own face.

Ignoring the ache in his belly, Ronan jumps back to his feet, but then Noah's right between them, his hands against Ronan's chest and eyes wide, tone pleading.

"Noah," Ronan growls, a low warning as he tries to push past him, tries to reach for the fucking cigarette so he can shove it down his throat. "I'm gonna fucking rip your head off and piss down your throat, asswipe. Where did you even come from?"