A deafening crash split the night.
A surge of water erupted from the alley’s entrance, slamming into the Orphan with the force of a cannon. The villain's body launched backward, smashing into the brick wall with a sickening crunch.
Troy gasped, barely able to process what had happened before the sound of boots splashing against the wet pavement reached his ears.
Seaman stood tall, clad in his signature scale suit, water swirling at his fingertips. His piercing blue eyes locked onto the Orphan as he strode forward with an air of absolute authority.
“Picking on kids now?” Seaman’s voice was deep, laced with disgust. “Pathetic.”
The Orphan coughed, pushing himself from the shattered wall. His decayed fingers twitched. “You think you can stop me, fish boy?” He spat blood. “I’ll break you like I broke the kid.”
Seaman smirked. “Try it.”