Lucy Crushes Myers' Skull

He glared at her. The skin of her fists hardened, encased with rock-hard bone as she crossed the last meter.

Myers opened his mouth, but she knocked him into the snow, causing him to let out a grunt rather than another cognitohazard. She desperately held her hands over his mouth but could see the raging hatred in his eyes. He weakly raised a hand towards her own face, the hand starting to glow like the stars had. Lucretia, lacking a better option, brought down both her fists on his skull.

There was a sickening crack.

Myers coughed once, then lay still, his head bleeding profusely above the eyes. His lungs gave out a weak rattle and he stopped breathing a moment later. Lucretia stared at the bloody pulp she had made of his skull, then at her hands which were still hardened with bone and bloody from their work.

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