“People like you always mistake compassion for weakness. Michael and Sanya aren’t weak. Fortunately for you, they’re good men.” Cassius laughed at me. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not.” I spun around, swinging the bat as hard as I could, and broke Cassius’s right kneecap. He screamed in shock and sudden surprise, and went down. Odd crackling sounds came from the joint. I swung again and broke his right ankle. Cassius screamed. I broke his left knee for him too. And his left ankle. He was thrashing around and screaming a lot, so it took me maybe a dozen swings.
