Cid - Crowbars 2

“See, the conclusion I reached after beating up those motorcycle gangs is that while you can use crowbars like tonfas…the best thing to do with ’em is just whack people!”

The Hoodlum Slayer brings his crowbar crashing down toward his opponent’s face.

It’s a big swing, but the motion is fast as hell, and it’s brimming with pure, unbridled violence.

The kidnapper brings his arm up to protect his head, but when he does, a dull noise sounds out.

“Rrgh! M-my arm…,” he moans, clutching his arm in pain.

“It’s probably broken. See, the trick to unlocking a crowbar’s potential is to strike with the outside of the part that bends to the side. You’d think that hitting with the pointy bit would be best, but that’s an amateur’s mistake.”

He shifts his grip as he explains. Not like this, like this.

Then, he strikes the kidnapper again.

He hits him with flowing movements, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The kidnapper catches a brief glimpse of who he really is—at the man who beat up hundreds of bikers.

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Volume 4, Auxiliary Chapter