Revenge at the Altar
Robin's roar exploded in the cathedral.
He lunged, a flash of silver glinting in the light.
Screams erupted from the pews. But someone was faster.
Dante had moved the instant Robin made his move.
CRACK!
A clean, sharp snap of bone.
Robin's wrist bent at an unnatural angle. The gun clattered to the marble floor before he could even touch the trigger.
In the next second, Robin was slammed face-down, his cheek pressed against the cold stone, pinned and powerless.