Aiden Knight's POV
Justin Yates stares at his severed arm lying on the concrete, blood pooling around the pale fingers that still grip his sword. His scream pierces the night air like a wounded animal.
"My arm!" He clutches the spurting stump against his chest. "My fucking arm!"
Elder Kane tries to pull back, but my grip on his wrist tightens until his bones creak. His twin daggers clatter to the ground as I crush every small bone in his hand.
"You used him as a shield," Kane gasps, his face twisted in pain and disbelief.
"I used physics." I release his mangled hand and step back. "Momentum, trajectory, basic mathematics. You should have paid attention in school."
The remaining four gunmen finally remember they have weapons. Fingers tighten on triggers as they aim at my center mass.
"Kill him!" Justin shrieks, his face chalk-white from blood loss. "Kill this fucking maniac!"
Gunfire erupts in the confined space.
I move.
