Then with a twist of his arm, there was a sickening snap.
The man's body went limp.
Raymond dropped him without a second glance.
The last of the Circle, the scarred one—the strongest among them—was already trying to flee, panic overriding arrogance. He bolted toward the door.
But Raymond appeared in front of him in a blink.
He didn't strike yet.
He stood there, letting the man see the fury in his eyes. Letting him understand.
"You came into my home," Raymond said softly, "with weapons drawn, voices raised, and blood on your mind…"
Raymond stepped forward, his voice deepening with every syllable. "Now you leave this world… forgotten."
The Circle member raised his gun with shaking hands.
Raymond moved.
A flash.
A hand to the chest.
Five claws—his fingers—pierced clean through his ribs.
The man choked, eyes bulging, blood trailing down his chin.
Raymond leaned in, his voice nothing but a whisper.
"You weren't even worth the effort."
