Damages

The one that remained a little ways back turned to run and I smashed him in the side of his knee with an Earth Fist. I wasn't about to let these men escape to harm others if I could help it. He went down screaming as his leg snapped at an odd angle.

"You wait there, I will be right with you," I said with a deadly edge to my voice, not even bothering to inspect the piece of trash.

"You will regret messing with the Black Dragons, you have no idea who you're messing with," the man with the broken leg managed to yell between cries of pain.

"Ha Black Dragons, more like Puff the Magic Dragon."

The one with the mangled hand tried to pull a knife and stab me. I just hopped back and unloaded my last 9mm magazine. He went down in a heap bleeding but not dead, yet. I needed a better ranged-weapon. I crushed his windpipe and left him to suffer like his other friend while I dealt with the leader who was crawling away.

"Why does everyone try to crawl away, where do you think you are going to get to
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