Owel didn’t want to kill anymore, yet it didn’t mean that he won’t hurt anyone—badly. There was no excitement in his attacks. In the eyes of those who were watching him, he was wary, for he didn’t trust how he’ll be able to lessen his strength.
He twirled with vigor and clamped his hand on a security guard’s face, smashing it against a wall. Pwak! Came the sound of the skull’s impact.
A truncheon went for his head, but he ducked then elbowed the chin of its possessor, immediately robbing his consciousness. He spun next and crashed his shoe’s hard sole against the nose of the one who came from behind him.
The fourth guard who responded was reluctant. He, along with the crowd who gathered around the ballyhoo, figured that this whirlwind of a man was difficult to go up against—more like
