A Crippling Blow

As the old man and I kept trading blows, His weakness started showing. His right elbow was slowing him down. I grabbed his right arm and twisted, as I kept punching his face. I flipped him over my shoulder and stomped on his back. The man struggled to get on all fours, trying to stand. A hard kick to the gut sent him into the nearest wall. He spewed blood as he rolled. His broken body was no longer able to bear the weight of the abuse. He crawled towards me, anger covering his bruised face.

"I'm not dead yet, don't you dare leave me here.' He sputtered reaching for my leg.

"You will have to answer for the monstrous things you have committed here. Just because you think you have power doesn't mean you can abuse your power. These people deserve to be protected from our world, given a choice if they want to be a part of it." I said kicking away his hand.