I had no idea who just tried to kill Asha, the crowds had scattered as soon as the gun shot had went off, and my enraged roar was not helping matters either. But it was not just the idea that someone had tried to kill Asha, it was the fact that they were going to do it in the presence of her children; she was carrying Michael after all. I was rapidly loosing control, and if I don't find someone to punch and burst in the next ten seconds, I might actually go berserk and start a wanton slaughter, innocents be damned.