Meet my Overprotective Brothers
"I was told the Thorne brothers were the pillars of the North. Surely you can push harder than that."
Ryker’s eyes flared silver. "You asked for it!"
The four brothers attacked in a coordinated frenzy. It was a masterpiece of violence, a whirlwind of claws, kicks, and strikes. Yet, to Elara’s disbelief, Caleb didn't throw a single punch. He blocked, he parried, and he deflected. He moved with a "Grounded" efficiency, his feet never leaving the center of the circle. Every time a brother hit him, they were the ones who winced, as if they were punching a wall of solid obsidian.