Don't Mess With Family

Arthur's grip was harder than metal as it latched on to the arm of the invisible intruder without loosening no matter how hard the intruder struck it with a knife he must have had with him.

If anything, the intruder's knife was chipped by the numerous futile collisions with Arthur's hand, and a pain like never before surfaced in his heart. As soon as the knife got chipped completely, he dropped it.

"Trying to run away? Dream on—!" Arthur's eyes had a crazed glow to them as he kept his grip on the one intruder, then bent down to pick up a trash can from the ground, "A bird in hand is worth more than two out in the bushes."

Arthur rolled the arm holding the trash can, and with as much force he could muster — hurled the trash can in the face of the archer hidden in a cluster of boxes a few houses away.

The can blasted into the boxes, and the person who'd mounted himself up there was blown off the roof and left to crash down to the ground headfirst. As soon as began descending, Arthu
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