Blue Comet

This chapter is pretty bloody.

Peace?...

Was never an option.

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/FWOOSH!/

In one swift motion, not giving his enemies any chance to react, Dale grabbed a stop sign in the middle of the sidewalk and plucked it like a blade of grass.

/CRACK!/

Under the pulling force of his right arm, the concrete broke apart violently, sticking to the end of the Stop sign like dirt in the roots of a tree.

/BAM!/

Following this swift movement, he kicked the ground with his right foot and took an extra step with his left, turning his body to face whatever was inside the dark alley, meeting straight to face with a hooded man that had yet to react to his sudden appearance!

"!"

'Wh...'

It was only when the stop sign was a palm from his face that he reacted, his pupils contracting.

The hooded man's body instinctively jumped backward, lifting his arms to block his face.

Many years of training, all for that single moment of quick thinking...

Even so, that wasn't quick enough.