Cunts

Leonel clenched his fists and his eyes practically pierced the clouds above. 

He exhaled slowly, tears that were threatening to form being sliced into countless pieces before they could even take shape. 

At that moment, his brothers appeared. He didn't even get a chance to react before he was dogpiled. 

"Shit!" 

"FUCK!" 

"WHAT THE HELL!" 

The lot of them were all riddled with holes. If Leonel didn't pull back at the last moment, they really would have been completely skewered through. This new Spear-Bow Body of his was deadly not just in defense, but it was an offensive constitution the likes of which had rarely been seen. 

Leonel smiled. "That's what all you bastards deserve. What if I had been in the middle of a crucial breakthrough?" 

"Fuck your breakthrough, I want reparations. Oh my god, my handsome face!" James, who had been among the first to pounce, was stuck closest to Leonel and couldn't pull away even if he wanted to.