The Scene of the Crime
The thin man turned pale, and grit his teeth so hard, they might as well grind to dust any second now. He gasped and glared at the cowboy looking man.
"How dare you speak to me that way? Do you want to die, huh!? You're worth less than a piece of dog shit in the middle of the r-" Before he could finish, the giant spoke calmly.
"Wayne, stand down. They're going in."
The air turned silent. The white man's legs were visibly shivering. The wall of muscles did not budge. No, he took a step forward and stared the small man down.
"Are you mad? You're just a dog, you can't boss me around. He won't stand for this, I'm in charge." He nearly spat, and it was clear that he was very scared of them seeing something. Suerte had a point, this place reeked of fear. However!
"Wayne..."
The white man's sweat was so intense, it was flying upwards! His heart beat like a drum. Perhaps it wasn't them he feared, but rather what he would do if he let them in. He reached for his pocket and brandished a shiv, now red with rage!
"I've given you enough chances, dog! If you don't send them away, I'll have you end up worse than your brothe-"
The blur of movement flashed faster than wind. Only a split second later was there a boom, and the smashing of bone against a fist. The giant slapped the guy without pity, caving his face straight into the wall. Cracks ran around his head, the rock had been perfectly moulded. Only when his legs stopped shaking, did he fall down to the ground as if the life had been smacked out of his body.
On the wall, you could see a plaster of his horrified face.
"I told you. Stand down." The giant's words now had even less emotion than before. As Suerte said, this place reeked of fear. But all this commotion, trembling... she had made but one miscalculation.
The giant turned to Suerte and her companion humorlessly and opened the door. "The way is clear. You'll help, right?"
Some here trembled not because of fear, but rage.
