KOs goon

Clements tossed his jaw in Nan’s direction, and a man to his left went into action. An arm empowered
with hundreds of times its normal strength grabbed Nan by the shoulder.
Suddenly, her captor’s face warped in pain. Oddly enough, neither the men
there nor even Nan had noticed until now that D had stood up.

A black glove held the wrist of the man’s combat suit. The man’s body
shook, but D didn’t move in the slightest. It looked like his hand was just
gently resting on the other man. But what was gentle for this young man
was cause for others to shudder.

The Hunter moved his hand easily, and the arm of the combat suit went
along with it as it limned a semicircle. “This young lady came in here with
me,” the Hunter said. “It would be best if she leaves with me, too.” And then
D calmly brought his hand down, and the sound of bones snapping echoed through the quiet bar.

Clements looked scornfully at his lackey, who’d fainted dead away from the
pain. “Beat by a damn Hunter. That really makes me sick,” he spat, gazing
at D.

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