painfully hauls himself upright and suddenly bulldozes duncan clear through one of the immense loft windows. duncan's launched airborne in a plume of shattered glass, still clutching his katana. carlos hooks an arm around the empty window-frame and watches with unvarnished satisfaction as the body spikes onto an upright iron rod jutting from the construction site below.
full gainer with a quarter twist. degree of difficulty-- not very.
yeah, well. i stopped. stranger are you challenging my authority? carlos does his best to ignore him. stranger because the only way to challenge my authority is to kill me.
hey hey, take it easy, man. stranger is that clear? in the split second it takes carlos to turn back from the window, the stranger is right there in his face.
shit!
you're crazy, man!
hey--