“Man with weapon versus unarmed girl,” Shade taunted. “That’s about what a guy like you is capable of. Let me guess—no job, no girlfriend, no clue, no plan, so you’re down to: beat on people.”

“Well, I’ll start with a beating and we’ll see where it goes.” He stepped in and swung the crowbar sideways into Shade’s arm. It should have broken the bone. It should have evoked a cry of pain. Instead, the steel bar bounced back, as if it had been struck against a spring.

Monster, Chapter 6