A Counterattack - Part 7

Beam grabbed it, merely to test his luck. Of course, he didn't expect it to be open. Sure enough, the door didn't move, as though someone had nailed it shut. His eyes darted to the windows instead. The wooden shutters had been closed tightly too, but they certainly seemed to offer more hope of entry than that thick door.

With his newly gauntleted fist, Judas had followed his gaze. A smug smile crossed his face, as he drew back his fist, without even being given the order to do so.

A loud bang resounded, as the armour of his hand collided with the centre of a wooden shutter. A crack ran through it – yet it didn't fall from its frame just yet. Another fist followed it, breaking it straight through.

"There ya go, all open," Judas said smugly. He reached his hand inside, and flicked open the latch, so that he might push the rest of the debris out of the window frame. It fell inside with a crash that seemed to echo too loudly inside of that ominous house.