Pow.
Pow.
Pow.
Ross struck Zabi's face consecutively with brutal force, focus sharp and unwavering. Zabi crashed onto a patch of shattered glass near the car garage, the lone bulb above illuminating the two of them so brightly it felt like night had been erased. From a distance, it looked like a scene pulled straight from a horror movie.
Zabi's eyes filled with caution, his mouth hanging open like everything he was experiencing was a dream he had never meant to have.
"Zabi!"
The soldiers cried out in concern, rushing out of the house in haste—ironic, considering only hours earlier they had orchestrated countless deaths just to enter it.
They were unaware of the sight that awaited them.
Their commander was getting his ass handed to him.
"Should we intervene?"
They wondered among themselves, but doubt crept in. With the amount of power Ross Mutt had demonstrated so far, they were nothing compared to him.
Ants in a battle of elephants.
Vuu!
