Junior's grip tightened. "If you'd known what was good for you," he said, "you would have stayed down after we killed the old woman. Woulda kept your arm." Amarok couldn't breathe, but his rage was building. He kicked Xiong squarely in the chest, followed it up with a punch so Junior dropped him.

"Say what you want about me," Amarok growled, his Aura flaring around him. "But leave Mamaw out of this!" He switched his arm to ax mode and swung recklessly, seemingly blinded by sheer rage. "You'll pay! All she wanted was to help them!"