The Hidden Truth (In the process of Editing)
1 man down, 2 more to go.
I blocked a guy's punch, closing my hand around just fist till I could here the cracking of the bones in his fingers, turning to dust. He let out a howl in pain. I smirked, looking at my work: two men sprawled on the floor, blood leaking from the wounds on their faces.
Another guy kicked me in the shin but I quickly recovered from the pain and kicked him in the jaw. He managed to grab hold of my foot so I used my surroundings to lift my other leg up and around his neck until I heard him gasp for his last breath.
Police sirens wailed through the city and I took that as my sign to leave, watching as the officers gaped at my work from a nearby rooftop.
"It was Shadow!"