Mason side-stepped the thrust. Neither intimidated nor in a forgiving mood, he grabbed the kid’s wrist and twisted, locking the arm. The knife clattered to the pavement. Mason’s left arm came down. The kid’s elbow snapped. Disgusted, Mason flung the howling kid aside.

Yeah, I’m guessing I won’t have too much trouble showcasing Mason’s darker side this time around.

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