Cid - Crowbars

Using an oblique stance, he steps in and swings his knife.

It’s easy to believe that he used to be a soldier. Despite his bulky frame, his movements are nimble and efficient.

The knife strike is aimed at his foe’s throat, and the Hoodlum Slayer attempts to block it by raising his right arm.

A loud, metallic clang rings out.

“What?!”

The knife is caught on the Hoodlum Slayer’s hand.

On closer inspection, the Hoodlum Slayer is holding something—a black crowbar.

And what’s more, he’s wielding it almost like a tonfa.

“A-a crowbar?!”

“Crowbars are great. They’re sturdy enough not to break, you can buy ’em anywhere, they’re portable, you can talk your way out of having one if the police question you… At least, you probably can. But best of all, you can use ’em like tonfas.”

“What?!”

In the blink of an eye, the Hoodlum Slayer spins his arm under the kidnapper’s.

His crowbar draws an arc through the air and smashes into the other man’s arm.

The knife tumbles from the kidnapper’s hand.

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Volume 4, Auxiliary Chapter