Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/45/en

Thomas had been in fights before. This was something he could handle. Teeth bared, shoulder twisting, he aimed a jawbreaker right at the nurse’s muzzle. His fist plowed into its face. There was no crunch. There was no pain of bone on bone. Its muzzle wobbled and gave way and bounced back and then the arm the nurse held onto was forced behind his back.