The man screamed again, clutching his shattered hand against his chest. Blood dripped through his fingers onto the inn's dirty floor. The other two Syndicate members jumped up from their table, chairs scraping loudly.
"What the hell did you do to him?" The second man pulled a curved dagger from his belt. "You're dead, freak!"
Luthra glanced at the approaching men, then at the screaming one. The Chain had absorbed all the mana from his punch and crushed every bone in his hand. It was completely ruined, twisted at unnatural angles.
'This is getting annoying and since when can my chain do that?'
The innkeeper slammed his club on the counter. "Not in my tavern! Take this shit outside!"
"Shut up, old man!" The third Syndicate member drew his sword. "This bastard just crippled Ricky!"
Rebecca peeked out from behind Luthra's leg. "Wow, his hand looks really gross. Like a smashed tomato."
