Steve Turner ground his teeth so hard the sound was nearly audible. Veins threaded across his bloodshot eyes as he launched himself at Dominic Mylod, closing the distance in two explosive strides.
His fist came screaming forward, knuckles aimed squarely at Dominic's skull. The air split around the punch with an audible whistle, carrying behind it decades of violence refined under masters who no longer walked among the living. Those same fists had caved in skulls, had ended a roomful of armed men single-handedly, had once detonated the head of a rival boss in a blow so devastating that the story still circulated through Duskhaven City's underworld like scripture. Steve's reputation as the most dangerous man to ever plant roots in this city was not built on rumor, it was built on bone and b
