The moment the words left his mouth, Quinn Thorne pivoted on his heel, torqued his hips, and whipped a devastating roundhouse kick straight into Brutus's face.
The impact sent Brutus skidding across the ground, his massive frame carving a long furrow in the dirt. The left side of his face ballooned grotesquely, and thick streams of blood poured from his mouth.
Then Brutus let out a guttural roar that split the night air. His upper body began to swell, muscles expanding beneath his skin until his shirt split apart with a series of sharp tearing sounds that echoed like firecrackers.
Quinn watched with narrowed eyes as Brutus hauled himself upright, impossibly, defiantly. The man had always been large, but now he looked like a walking iron tower, every vein on his neck standing out like st
