Roman froze for half a second, then burst into wild laughter.
"Ha! Hahahaha!" Roman released the terrified clerk and wiped the spit from the corner of his mouth. "Well, look who it is. Isn't this the Red Rat who's always sticking his nose into everything?"
The vicious gleam in Roman's eyes was almost spilling over.
Two months ago, this very guy had broken his bones with a club in a dark alley and sent him to the police station.
"I was just thinking of coming to find you, and here you are, delivering yourself to my door!"
Roman roared, shattering the floor tiles beneath his feet as he lunged straight at Daredevil's face with a casserole-sized fist.
Under his mask, Matt's expression was grim.
This guy's physical capabilities had changed completely.
Hearing the fist hurtling toward his face, Matt didn't take it head-on.
He suddenly dropped into a slide tackle across the muddy floor, brushing beneath Roman's armpit and reaching out as he passed to pull the metal club embedded in the wall free.
He pulled with both hands, and the club clicked apart into two sections as its mechanism engaged.
The Mixed Martial Arts Stick had taught him were pushed to their limit at that moment.
Matt flipped back to his feet, the Twin Billy Clubs in his hands turning into a flurry of afterimages as they whistled through the air and viciously struck at the joints all over Roman's body.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two clubs struck Roman's temple, jaw, and the major artery at the side of his neck with perfect precision.
An ordinary person would have long since suffered a concussion and passed out from that combination.
But the impact felt wrong.
Matt felt the webbing between his thumbs and forefingers go numb, as though he