"How could you do that to Jasmine?!" Christopher's voice cracked with emotion as he advanced on Jason's staggered form, crowbar raised for another strike. "How could you let them turn her into that? How could you allow it to happen?!" His face was twisted with anguish and fury in equal measure. "I won't believe the bullshit that your mind fell easily under that damn stone's control, Jason! You made a choice! You chose this!"
The crowbar swung again, aimed at Jason's head with lethal intent. But this time Jason was ready.
His hand shot up with inhuman speed, fingers closing around the crowbar's shaft mid-swing. The metal stopped dead in the air as if it had struck an invisible wall, all of Christopher's momentum arrested in an instant. Jason's grip was absolute—like the crowbar had been seized by industrial machinery rather than human fingers.
