Horatio charged out like a wrecking ball, smashing through the crowd. No one dared block him, and those who tried were sent flying, their screams trailing behind them.

Abel's mind buzzed as he staggered backward desperately, shouting, "You little bastard, stop it! Stop right now! I'm your brother, your own flesh and blood! H-Horatio! D-Don't—"

Horatio slapped him across the head with a loud slam, and Abel flew straight into the wall. Blood gushed from his scalp as he slumped to the floor.