"That's unfortunate. And I really wanted to get that information out of you. Oh well, I guess I can get it after I've beaten you guys up." Lucas said as the thugs surrounded him.
And then he moved.
One moment he was standing five paces away. The next, he was directly in front of Scar, his hand wrapped around the man's throat, lifting him a solid six inches off the ground.
Scar's eyes bulged. He clawed at Lucas' arm, but it was like trying to move an iron bar.
"Still think I'm faking?" Lucas asked conversationally.
Knuckles roared and charged, his fist pulled back for a haymaker. Shadow didn't even look at him. His free hand shot out, catching Knuckles's punch mid-swing. The impact echoed down the alley.
Knuckles stared at his fist, trapped completely in Shadow's grip. Then Shadow squeezed.
The sound of grinding knuckles filled the air. Knuckles screamed.
Shadow released both men, letting Scar drop gasping to the ground while Knuckles clutched his hand, whimpering.
