"If I say her name is Kamila, then it's Kamila." The stranger swatted the arm away like a fly. "If you are in a rush, then you'd better scram because my patience is running thin."
"Well, then. That just means Kamila is coming with us." Horvath shrugged to hide the motion of his shoulder preluding to a vicious hook to the arrogant fool's jaw.
Frynn gasped in horror as the fist reached its target unimpeded. The brute put his entire weight in the blow, making something click, then crunch, and finally snap in a hundred pieces.
"You shouldn't have said that." The stranger didn't move an inch, whereas Horvath fell to his knees, screaming in pain while holding the bleeding ruins of his right hand.
Every bone from fingertips to the wrist seemed to be shattered. The broken fragments protruded from the skin and were drenched in the blood dripping from the wounds they had opened in their way out.
