Hardy's arms constricted around Pierre's ribs like steel cables. The air rushed from Pierre's lungs in a sharp wheeze, his feet dangling inches above the shattered cobblestones. The captain's face loomed close, sweat streaming down his weathered features, his breath hot against Pierre's cheek, reeking of stale tobacco and rum.
"Feel that?" Hardy's voice was a low growl, thick with satisfaction. "This is what real strength looks like. Not your little tricks and dodging. Raw. Power." His arms tightened further, the muscles in his forearms bulging beneath his weathered Navy uniform.
