strong but not lift a car strong

I saw two men beating a woman, and I moved forward through the shadows. I grabbed one man by the back of the neck and I threw him into a car window. He bounced off and slid to the pavement.

The other man stopped punching the woman, who was bloody on the ground, and he stared up at me with a sudden look of terror on his face.

The good thing about being strong, but not lift a car strong was that I didn’t have to hold back much with my strength. I smashed him in the face. My scales acted like brass knuckles, and he went flying backwards, landing stunned.

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Moon