Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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Allvar’s breath hitched, but before he could react, his body seemed to move on instinct. He grabbed the leader by the collar and, to his own surprise, lifted him off the ground with ease.

'I didn’t know I still had it in me,' he thought, feeling a surge of muscle memory from his MMA days flood back into his limbs.

“Let’s make this clear,” he growled, his face inches from the thug’s. “You either start talking... or I start breaking things that won’t heal.”

The thug’s eyes widened in panic, but he clenched his jaw. "Do your worst," he rasped, trying to mask his fear.

Allvar raised an eyebrow, almost amused by his own reaction time. Guess I’ve still got it. He loosened his grip slightly, sighing dramatically. "You know," he mused, "I really didn’t want to do this. But I guess you’ve left me no choice." With a swift movement, faster than he expected from himself, he slammed the thug back down onto the concrete, hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Damn, that was a clean move.

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