Cerberus punching through a Ford grill

The pickup’s engine roared and it shot forward. She lunged and drove her fist through the grille. The engine block crumpled beneath her knuckles as her punch pushed it up into the cab of the truck. The Ford twisted into scrap around the titan, carried onto her arm by its own momentum. Two red-centered spiderwebs blossomed across the windshield where the driver and passenger slammed forward. One of the bed passengers sailed over her shoulder.

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 212
Peter Clines
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