A thick, heavy log swung from the shadows like a battering ram, its velocity was sharp, fueled by murderous intent. It crashed against the side of Dave's skull with a deafening CRACK! A sound loud enough to make birds scatter from nearby rooftops.
But it wasn't Dave who buckled.
Instead, the log had shattered upon impact, splintering into two jagged pieces that clattered to the ground. The attacker stumbled back, eyes wide beneath his mask, disbelief etched in every inch of his posture.
Dave didn't so much as flinch.
He rose slowly, the dim light of the ruined room casting ominous shadows across his expression. His neck rolled with a subtle crack as he straightened, then his gaze locked onto the figure before him; cold, unblinking, and heavy as steel.
