Bruce was disable with a piece of metal to the knee. Oh it was so much a glorious sound to hear him scream. Luther just grinned and used the bent knee to launch himself higher up to but his knees on the monster's shoulders to steady himself.<br/><br/>“To kill you would be to easy...but to banish.”<br/><br/>The grin on Luther's face was nothing less than pure sadistic glee. When he started to chant the windows of the bar shook and he pulled out a fork he just grabbed off the table carving some strange runs into its forehead.<br/><br/>“Goodbye you sac of shit...”<br/><br/>He Growled as he said the last few words and Bruce's body erupted into a ball of light shooting Luther far across the room and slamming into the wall. It was a pretty solid hit too, one that would break bones...if he wasn't what he was. With a groan he hit the ground, and he didn't want to even move. He hurt really bad all over from this fight, he got the crap kicked out of him.<br/><br/>“Fucking bastard.”<br/><br/>The bard was pretty much empty now. Some people were strewn about, not dead of course, but out cold and from what kind of bar this was...no cops would come any time soon.<br/><br/>“Four days I waited for him to kick my ass like I was some boy fresh out of school.”<br/><br/>He coughed out as he got up holding his ribs and looking for the woman who helped him. Hoping that she was alright....he was a dick but not a complete asshole when it came to most things. He would at least have to buy her a drink.