Bruce should have been bleeding from his balls, he should have been nothing more than a whimpering pile of man blubber. But as she moved to leave out the front door, the massive ham fist of Bruce slams the door shut, barring her exit just before she would have basically been more or less safe from his wrath.<br/><br/>“I'm going to peel the skin from your face while I skull fuck you to death.”<br/><br/>His eyes were red, blazing nearly like fires burned behind them. He was pissed enough to forget about the man with the raven hair standing close with his arms crossed over his chest. Luther was grinning and not in a sadistic way...he was actually laughing. It has been a great long time since he has seen a human stand up to a...'Bruce' like that. And it really just made him happy.<br/><br/>“Hey hey Bruce...”<br/><br/>Luther said moving into the few feet between the massive monster and the woman.<br/><br/>“No skull fucking today. Miss...get back. As much as I admire your spirit...ummm he needs more than a kick...”<br/><br/>And with that the massive tree trunk arm of Bruce lifted the stranger up and off his feet into a few nearby tables. The woman forgotten about now...as his rage drove away what ever fear he had to begin with.<br/><br/>“Fuck...”<br/><br/>Luther groaned from under the table of debris as he struggled to stand up.