The six thugs lay sprawled on the pavement, groaning and retching in agony. Ethan's fury had been absolute terrifying; he hadn't held back in the slightest. Every blow had been delivered with malice, calculated to cause maximum damage, to maim, and to punish.
The men had shattered bones and torn muscles. Ethan's bloodlust was overwhelming; they could all feel their imminent death radiating from the figure standing over them.
Seeing them completely destroyed, Ethan faltered. He couldn't reconcile the savage devastation with his former self. A fierce internal struggle raged: two distinct personalities fighting for control of his body. He was terrified that the completely wild, merciless persona would conquer his mind. Despite the fear, a cold, hard logic asserted itself: these men had hurt old Alfred and tried to take his beloved Lilly. They had to pay the price in blood.
