His walk was slow, his steps deliberate. There was no fear in his eyes, no pain, just feeding off the blood full of hate running through those men's veins.
"Don't stop..." His voice sounded threatening but the men laughed him off in their drunken stupor. "Oh fuck off you creep!" The big, burly, bearded one said approaching Ky as if he would rob her of something.
Briareos took his now empty bottle slipped from his hand, the neck tightened in his fingers. He slammed it against the brick wall, breaking it in half. With that sharp glass he swiped the bottle across the back of the man's neck causing a line of blood to spill out.