Ricky's panicked scream was drowned out by the sound of Luthra moving.
The other Syndicate members, who were still recovering from the shock of their leader being so effortlessly disabled, could only watch as Luthra whipped his chain in a wide, horizontal arc. The black metal did not aim for them directly, instead, it slammed into the stone wall of the building on their right. The chain ricocheted off the wall with impossible physics, its trajectory changing completely as it shot across the street and smashed into the wall on the left, before bouncing back again like a pinball made of dark iron.
The chain, now a blur of black energy, tore through the remaining six men. It was not a clean slice, it was a brutal, shredding impact that shattered bones and tore through flesh. Men were thrown into walls, their bodies crumpling on impact, while others were simply knocked off their feet, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles.
