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"You don't know where you are," he said. "This is underground. You can't—"
Sekhmet stepped closer.
"I know exactly where I am," he said quietly.
The second thug grinned, trying to regain control.
"Then you know the rule," he said. "Whatever happens here, stays here."
Sekhmet's eyes narrowed.
"Yes," he replied. "So let's keep it here."
The thugs realized too late that they had not found a hero.
They had found a hungry predator looking for an excuse.
They attacked together.
The knife thug lunged, bare hands now, chaos energy surging into his knuckles.
The second thug aimed for Sekhmet's ribs.
Sekhmet moved once.
He did not dodge wildly.
He simply stepped into their range like he owned it.
His fist hit the knife thug's stomach.
BOOM!
The thug folded like a broken chair.
Sekhmet turned and struck the second thug's throat with the edge of his hand.
CHOP!
The thug gagged, stumbling backward.
Sekhmet grabbed his collar and slammed him down onto the stone floor.
