Adam would be lying if he said stomping on the idiots who were rioting wasn't fun. He knew Greg felt the same way. The smell of ammonia hung heavily in the air after some bulky musclehead tried to pick a fight with Greg, only to find himself utterly outmatched when Greg transformed into his titan form.
The man froze. Too late.
Greg's punch connected with a sound like a collapsing wall. The guy went flying through a shop window, taking out a display of mannequins and a rack of jackets. Groans followed. Nothing broken that wouldn't heal.
Adam laughed under his breath. "That felt personal."
"He called me a little man." Greg replied flatly.
Adam didn't blame him. The guy had it coming, and honestly, so did the rest of them. The crowd was thinning now, scattered by fear and the sudden realization that they were not the strongest people in the room. Shouts echoed in the distance, but no one else stepped up. Not anymore.
