"So," Samuel murmured, his voice a low, lethal hum as he stared down at the man on the floor. "You said you are my wife's plaything, huh?"
Kavien, still putting on his tragic act, sniffled indignantly and puffed out his chest. "I am her lover, not a plaything."
"Oh, really?"
In a single, terrifyingly swift motion, Samuel reached down, grabbed Kavien by the thick collar of his black stealth suit, and lifted the grown man entirely off the ground with one hand.
The entire room gasped. Even Kavien froze, his feet dangling uselessly in the air, his eyes bulging as he realized the "delicate scholar" possessed the physical strength of a seasoned Vanguard warlord.
Before anyone could even register what was happening, Samuel simply pivoted on his heel and violently hurled Kavien straight through the gaping, shattered window frame.
