New Yorkers being New Yorkers didn't pay any attention to the trio. Everyone just kept walking, circumventing them at a safe distance. Since the fake wasn't wrapped around Eddie like a twiner around a tree trunk, Phobos thought it safe to close the distance between them.
"Sure, Eddie. You heard him, give him back his arm." The smile on the Greek's lips was too friendly and too bright to be genuine.
"I'm not leaving," the Nightmare hissed.
"Didn't say you had to leave," Phobos replied calmly. "Just told you to release him." Quick as a snake his hand shot out, closed around the other blond's wrist, and twisted. He felt tendons strain and snap and then there was the satisfying sound of breaking bone.
The problem was that the imposter didn't collapse, didn't scream - didn't even flinch! At least it had let go of Eddie and Phobos positioned himself between them.