There seemed to be no weak point in Bruce as she looked him over. He was made of solid muscle, and something harder. When she kicked him in the head he would stumble more out of surprise than anything else. When she helped Luther up Bruce would have already recovered.<br/><br/>“Oh..”<br/><br/>Luther would say a bit taken back by her appology. It was pretty much the last thing he expected next to Bruce putting on a tutu and gogo dancing right at the moment.<br/><br/>“...I was gonna get hurt no matter what.”<br/><br/>The stranger would stand as he faced the seething beast almost frothing at the mouth at this point.<br/><br/>“See I've been waiting for this fat rapist 'cannibal' bastard for three fucking days.”<br/><br/>Luther charged forward to meet Bruce as he lashed out with an arm, a strike that should have simply swept through him and into her knocking them both into and possible through the nearby brick wall. But when Bruce's arm met a ready Luther it was stopped dead.<br/><br/>“Knees...if you plan on getting dirty. Use something stronger than bone.”<br/><br/>He didn't even look to her as he spoke, he used his position inside Bruce's grasp to get in close launch up from the beast's knee and head butt him right in the temple. The crack was nearly sickening....and when Luther pulled back.<br/><br/>...he looked just fine. Two feet planted on Bruce's chest and Luther flipped backward. Bruce was dazed right now, a perfect chance for the woman to take out his knees.