The other was beside him in one ape-like bound.
Ungently, Ross shoved him a step to one side. "Get over that way a little. I don't want to open this any farther than I have to." And then. "Ready?"
The other's bullet head bobbed.
"Here goes, then—"
Burrage leaned forward.
Ross jerked the door open once more, swinging it with savage, driving violence. The edge smashed at Burrage's forehead like a poleaxe.
Simultaneously, Ross leaped sidewise, kicking for the back of the other's knees.
The kicked leg went out from under Burrage. Before the man could hit the floor, Ross kicked again—to the temple, this time, short and brutal.
Yet still the man caught Ross' foot ... held it ... jerked him down.
Ross kicked with the other foot—a heel-smash to the teeth.