"Get him!" he barked, his voice echoing within the sealed gravity room.
Without hesitation, the three lackeys surged forward, their movements deliberate and aggressive. The gravity enhanced their weight, lending every step a thunderous impact as they bore down on the silent young man.
The first blow came from the lackey with the scar, his fist swinging in a wide arc toward the young man's face. It connected with a sickening crunch, sending blood spraying into the air. The young man staggered back, his head snapping to the side, but he didn't fall.
A second lackey followed immediately, delivering a vicious kick to his midsection. The force of it reverberated through the room, driving the young man back against the metallic wall with a loud clang. He coughed, blood splattering onto the floor as the third lackey grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the ground.
"Stay down!" the lackey snarled, raising his fist for another strike.
