The constable, adept from years of using it to apprehend people, was taken by surprise when Mr. Brown effortlessly grabbed the chain and yanked it back.
The constable, along with the lock, was pulled forward, as easily as if he were capturing a chicken.
Before he could react, Mr. Brown's hand, eagle-like, gently pressed on his neck.
A crisp snap— His neck broke.
Another constable instinctively drew his sword and was about to shout when Mr Brown swung the chain, ensnaring him, tightening it around his neck, the pain in his vertebrae growing until...
With a crack, his spinal cord snapped.
The last constable stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.
They were soldiers, against whom ordinary strong men stood no chance.
Yet, this tall, thin man, indistinguishable from a human...
As Bernie Brown's gaze swept over him, he snapped out of his daze and turned to flee.
Mr Brown hesitated for a moment, choosing not to act further.
