The world was instantly slowed down in Scar's perceptive. Everyone and everything moved in slow motion.
Except for Scar.
He could see the bulky man's arm descending with agonizing slowness. He could see the trajectory of the blade, the angle, and the point of impact. He could see the knife gleaming, just inches away from Xavier's throat.
Scar didn't waste another second. He moved.
He crossed the distance in a fraction of a second, his body a blur of motion. His grabbed the bulky man's wrist mid-swing and twisted sharply, causing the knife to clatter to the floor.
The bulky man's eyes widened in shock. "What—"
But Scar didn't give him time to finish. He drove his fist into the man's throat with lethal force.
CRUNCH.
The man's windpipe was crushed instantly. He dropped to his knees, gasping for air that would never come, his hands clutching at his ruined throat. He collapsed to the ground, letting out a single ragged breath before going still. Lifeless.
