The man’s face changed. He was no longer smiling. Nathan saw the burning rage and pain in the man’s eyes, heard his snarl. The scream that left Nathan’s lungs was pure terror as he swung the bar a second time, hitting harder this time—and lower. The man toppled to the floor, roaring in agony. Nathan took another swing, aiming at the man’s chest. The man’s hand moved so fast it was a blur. The rod hit it, the man screaming as his fingers gripped the metal. And with one swift pull, he yanked the rod away from Nathan.
