The burly man's face contorted with fury. He raised his rusted sword, the blade trembling in his grip as he took a step toward Adam.
"You've got a death wish, stranger."
Adam's gaze didn't waver. His voice was calm, almost bored.
"Put the sword down before you hurt yourself."
The burly man lunged.
Adam didn't move. His hand shot up, catching the man's wrist mid-swing. The rusted blade stopped inches from his throat, held in place by Adam's iron grip. The man's eyes went wide as Adam squeezed, and a sharp, wet crack echoed through the room.
The sword clattered to the floor. The man crumpled, clutching his broken wrist, a strangled cry of pain escaping his lips.
Adam's voice was calm, carrying an edge of cold amusement.
"Anyone else want to try?"
The room fell silent. The other thugs hesitated, their weapons raised but their confidence crumbling. They exchanged uncertain glances, none willing to be the next to test the horned stranger.
