The old man let out one final roar before the fury overwhelmed his broken body, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.
The thug standing on top of him couldn't help but laugh. "Old bastard's got some fight in him, I'll give him that. Real backbone." He ground his heel down a little harder. "Too bad backbone doesn't put food on the table."
He never finished the sentence.
Something hit him with the force of a freight train at full speed. His entire body left the ground, and only as he flew through the air did he register the massive hand clamped over his skull. He didn't even have time to see his attacker's face before the back of his head met the pavement. A dense, wet crackle of shattering bone filled his ears, followed by a spray of warmth he could no longer feel, and then nothing at a
