Hassan KOs people

Not much longer after that, the group started moving northward, walking — towards where, I didn’t know. I only knew what awaited them at their destination, what they intended to do once they got there. I only knew that I couldn’t let them go.

And as they passed under me, all of me, I struck.

All of me descended like a wave of black, and as the power concealing my presence was torn apart like a veil of tissue paper, the gangers could suddenly see me, hear me, feel my cold, righteous anger fall upon them like the hammer of God.

There really wasn’t much to what happened next. All of me had coordination to a ludicrous degree, and the mooks had only a split second’s worth of warning, if even that. Twenty-five simultaneous taps to the head put each of them down in a single blow, and they all collapsed to the ground like puppets with cut strings.