I tossed my gun on my jacket, but checked to make sure that my knife was in my ankle holster. I was barely upright when both men tackled me. I fell to the ground, covered by nearly four-hundred pounds of Volturi muscle. I elbowed Demetri and he rolled off me. I flipped and pressed my feet to Felix’s chest, pushing him off my body. Flipping up, I clenched my fists, pummeling a confused Felix. He had hit his head on a nearby dumpster. “Attacking a guy when he’s not looking? Not very gallant or gentlemanly,” I sneered, hitting his face. I gave him a swift uppercut, causing Felix to fall to the ground, groaning lowly.