A terrible crunch resounded from the impact of my fist meeting Uncle Davis' jaw. His head snapped to the side, that part of his skull instantly caving in. With a sharp burst, blood splattered from his nose across my face.
I did not relinquish my hold on him. Instead, I held him even tighter and dragged him back. Preparing myself for another punch, I said with a fierce growl, "This is for subjecting my sister to torture and abuse!"
I swung once again, tearing through both flesh and bones as Uncle Davis let out a pained cry. His head ricocheted against the wall with a sharp crack, before whipping back towards me. I sent him back with a furious slap.
"That's for threatening to kill my sister!"
I punched the man again, my fist sinking into his skin like rice. All the rage I had been holding in finally escaped like a wrathful explosion, and I took it all out on him. There was no law to prevent me from killing him right there and then. At that moment, I was the law.
