Iggy kept laughing.
Loud. Deep. The kind of laugh that came from the gut and didn't care who heard it.
It bounced off the warehouse walls and came back distorted, uglier than when it left. His shoulders shook with it.
His chest heaved. Blood ran freely from the corner of his mouth, dripping off his jaw and spotting the concrete beneath his feet in a thin, dark line, and he didn't care. He threw his head back and laughed harder.
Liam turned around fully. Squared his body to face him.
His mind was running hot.
'I haven't been using Bound Might for long. But I'm certain no normal human being should still be standing after a punch like that or even be laughing like that.'
He looked down at his right hand.
The knuckles were swollen, red and tight across the joints, the skin scraped raw where it had connected. He flexed his fingers slowly.
