Getting behind the car, Beau had always had a strength that matched that of a pro-trained athlete. Very few moments in his life did he think about it, usually only when a fist was flying into his face and his instincts kicked in to dodge the hit. Not everything could be dodged and his strength surprised many a bigger man.
With little effort, the car began to roll forward, going in whatever direction Jill turned it. The crushed front left little obstacle with the Hunter pushing it. "I make it a habit of punching people that look aggressive and pick on others." He answered from the rear of the vehicle. "Though, the fun nights are usually like this one."