Chapter 200: The Death of Vulcan!

Vulcan was every inch the veteran of the Asurian Westrealm. His timing and the force behind each strike far surpassed any killer Gordon Yale had ever faced. In a flash, he closed the distance. The razor alloy talons on his hands glinted under the light, the glare stabbing at Gordon's eyes and sending a jolt of alarm through him. Worse, Gordon had Beatrice Leemin slung over his back, dead drunk. He could barely spare an arm to block that near-lethal slash. His face grew cold as ice. The alloy claws...