With a clench of his fist, he snapped the disfigured man's neck with an audible snap. He waited for the body to go limp before he released his grip and sent it well down the alley where they had been approached.

He turned away, uncaring for the death and reached out to pat Brute on the shoulder. "Yes. He may have friends," he agreed and gestured at her to take the lead. "Let's get you home."