Good. This was good. This was holding his hand over candle flames after Kate's plane got blown up, this was cutting his palm with the dull edge of a painter's knife after Mozzie got shot. He tastes blood in his mouth, realizes he must have cut his cheek open against his teeth, and spits blood in Raylan's face as another blow connects with Neal's stomach, driving him to his knees.

He forces one foot under himself, wobbling a little as he tries to get up.