The large, burly dude stepped vers l'avant, vers l’avant in an attempt to put plus power behind his punch. I watched his slow reflexes in amusment - well, compared to me, that is. His coup de poing seemed to launch towards me in slow motion and, without much effort at all, I moved my head slightly to the right and watched his fist fly by. I rolled my eyes and, with lightning-quick speed, grabbed his throat and threw him against the wall. The other two stared in confounded amazement as their leader hit the brick building with a thud. I turned my gaze on them and, with a fierce glare, dared them to make a move.
The blond...