- his foes face.
Repeatedly, a bloody mess left in its wake.
The criminal went down under the weight of the strikes.
'I won't kill you. But you will bare his message'
A crescent dart was produced to carve the crescent moon into the forehead of the unconscious form before him.
'I am his fist.
Guardian of those who travel at night.
And you? Are the fool who invoked his vengeance"
A knee drove forth into the simple street thugs abdomen.
Immediately Mr Knight... also known as Marc Spector (this time) rose his truncheon and began to bring it down upon-