Lennox saw one of the three men reach for Myrtle, grab her arm, and spin her around sharply before throwing her to the ground. Myrtle let out a cry in pain. Lennox ran and tackled the man on the ground before he could think and realize what he'd done. Seeing Myrtle hurt by someone made him see red at that moment, allowing him to release all his pent-up frustrations at the same time.
He hadn't noticed Jasper and Jet going to the other two men as Lennox pounded his fist at Myrtle's attacker. Every punch was heavy, landing with a satisfying thud. Lennox's adrenaline-fueled rage consumed him as he relentlessly delivered blow after blow to the man beneath him. If only his fist could land on that person he despised the most; he wanted to beat Alistair to a pulp at that very moment.
The sound of bones cracking echoed through the air, mingling with Myrtle's cries of pain, until finally, the assailant lay motionless on the ground.
