Before anyone knew what was happening, Antonio was on Klyn. His right hand was around Klyn's throat and they had pushed back and scattered the little crowd of werewolves that were seated there. In that instant that Antonio had launched toward Klyn, Carlos had take some steps sideways to be farther from the fight that was about to take place than he was. Carlos didn't want anything to do with getting into a fight and he didn't want to take an undeserved hit.
Punches began to be unleashed from Antonio's left hand. About two had landed on Klyn when Antonio lifted him up, still with one hand, and slammed him into the ground. The first layer of the ground spattered all around. Some of them had to protect their faces and eyes from the stones that were flying toward them.
But Klyn was laughing. The sound of his shriek of laughter halted Antonio's fourth punch to Klyn's face.
