Bruno's massive metal fist stopped just a hair away from Ross's head, held in place by an invisible force.
Bruno's pupils shrank. He tried to pull back, tried to push forward—nothing worked.
His arm trembled violently from the effort, metal muscles straining, but the fist wouldn't move.
Ross stared calmly at him, amused.
"Since you like forcing yourself on women," Ross said, his voice slow and cold enough to make the temperature drop, "I came up with the perfect punishment."
He lifted his hammer.
Bruno's breath hitched.
"But before that…" Ross tilted his head. "I want to hear you sing."
SWING!
"ARGHHHHHHHHH!"
The hammer smashed into Bruno's right thigh with a sickening crunch.
Metal shattered, flesh tore, bone splintered like dry wood.
The giant man howled—a deep, trembling scream that shattered whatever pride he had left.
His massive metal body buckled, knees dipping as he struggled to stay standing.
Ross walked calmly to the other side.
SWING!
