[This time McCoy stumbled a little at the blow, trying to clear his line of vision and lash out at Kirk when his foot was kicked out from under him. He practically thrashed, like hell he was going to take all of Kirk's shit lying down, which was a poor choice of words considering that's exactly where he was trapped at the moment.

He tried turning to push Kirk off one time more before he settled somewhat, glaring daggers up at Kirk.] It won't do a damn bit of good Captain, this fight isn't for kicks. You can put my head on a pike and it won't change a thing- this hell hole can't survive, not like this. [He said with all the resolution he could muster.] And you'll go down with it.