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Only cost. And I’m willing to pay. I grab his fist mid-swing. Stop it completely. Effortless. His eyes widen. “How…” I tighten my grip. Bones creak. He screams. Again. Louder this time. The others step back further. Phones shaking in their hands. Capturing everything. Perfect. I lean closer. Voice low. “You see it now?” He nods rapidly. Tears forming. “Good.” I release him. He drops again. But I don’t stop. I turn to the others. Scanning. Choosing. They all look away.