“Careful? Careful? Oh, I’ll be bloody careful all right.” He backed up, grabbing the baseball bat he’d been saving, and raised it before taking a solid swing at the man’s knees, hearing a sickening crack of wood against bone.
“I’m never too old to make you suffer, Ethan.”
Ethan groaned as the bat connected with his knees, falling down on the cold concrete floor. The pain coursing through him made his head swim. “Well, it only seems fair I guess,” he said through gritted teeth. “I make your girlfriend suffer, you make me suffer. How noble,” he said mockingly. He figured he was probably asking to get hit again, but he wasn’t about to go down without some last taunting words. It wasn’t his style. “Maybe from now on you’ll take my warnings more seriously, Ripper. I told you to keep an eye on your girlfriend. You didn’t and look what happened.” He managed to give Giles a cruel smirk before his face contorted with pain again.
Giles glowered down at Ethan. “So you figure my not ‘keeping an eye’ necessitated you quite possibly traumatizing her for the rest of her bloody life!?” Giles’ breaths increased in their heaviness as he raised the bat again.
“Don’t worry, Ethan, you won’t be giving me any warnings for a good long while.”
Giles brought down the bat in a graceful arch as the wood collided with Ethan’s face, once, only once. That singular gesture followed in quick succession by Giles breaking his hands, pulverizing the bones, shattering them to pieces.
Once finished he dropped the bat, it clunked loudly onto the floor and rolled several feet away, leaving a slight trail of blood behind it.
“Let’s go home, Jenny.” Giles said softly, looking over at her.