The first guy screamed and came at Nomad with a wild punch. He was sloppy and undisciplined, though; Joe batted the arm aside even as the thug's momentum carried him forward.
He responded with a vicious elbow to the jaw that echoed with the satisfying sound of a wet crack in the alleyway. The thug fell down clutching his jaw and yelling something about it being broken.
"Jaw."
The second man was already coming at his back and managed to get two meaty arms wrapped around the young super-soldier. Joe drove the back of his head in the man's nose, once, twice, three times and felt the ruffian's arms loosen. Nomad quickly grasped his attacker's left arm and pulled, flipping him over his shoulder and onto the hard pavement.
Joe twisted once, twice and then pulled backward at the shoulder joint.
Crack, Crack, POP!
The second thug howled in anguish, clutching his shoulder.
"Arm."
And now Nomad turned to the last thug who held the knife on the woman. There was fear in the man's eyes, but he wasn't releasing his grip.
"Come any closer and she's dead! I swear I'll kill her!" he yelled.
Joe wished he had his dad's shield right now, but he didn't. What he did have was a knife, which he drew from inside his coat.
"If you hurt her, you're done. Let her go and we can settle this." Joe said. He didn't have any real way to get the guy to let her go but he hoped his dad's patented stare would get the man to doubt himself long enough to strike.
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He responded with a vicious elbow to the jaw that echoed with the satisfying sound of a wet crack in the alleyway. The thug fell down clutching his jaw and yelling something about it being broken.
"Jaw."
The second man was already coming at his back and managed to get two meaty arms wrapped around the young super-soldier. Joe drove the back of his head in the man's nose, once, twice, three times and felt the ruffian's arms loosen. Nomad quickly grasped his attacker's left arm and pulled, flipping him over his shoulder and onto the hard pavement.
Joe twisted once, twice and then pulled backward at the shoulder joint.
Crack, Crack, POP!
The second thug howled in anguish, clutching his shoulder.
"Arm."
And now Nomad turned to the last thug who held the knife on the woman. There was fear in the man's eyes, but he wasn't releasing his grip.
"Come any closer and she's dead! I swear I'll kill her!" he yelled.
Joe wished he had his dad's shield right now, but he didn't. What he did have was a knife, which he drew from inside his coat.
"If you hurt her, you're done. Let her go and we can settle this." Joe said. He didn't have any real way to get the guy to let her go but he hoped his dad's patented stare would get the man to doubt himself long enough to strike.