All it took to set Graverobber off was that thug tossing Shilo into a wall. He was usually so calm and collected. You needed to keep a clear head if you wanted to get by in his line of work. Lose your cool and bad stuff can happen. Graverobber was not going to let this guy hurt Shilo any more.
Graverobber could hold his own in a fight, but had never made a habit of getting into scuffles. He was a little rusty, but was picking up just fine. He swung, his knuckles connecting with the thug’s face with force that surprised both of them. With a few more blows the thug was on the ground, but at that point he would have had to beg to get his attacker to relent. Pissed off, Graverobber was practically growling as he delivered kick after kick to the thug’s gut and rib cage. He’d almost lost track of Shilo during all of it.