Scar swings Brighella up by the arm and whirls him with all his strength, slamming him into a pile of discarded machinery that bursts and scatters across the floor with a clatter of metal and the sickening crunch of shattering bone. When he pulls his arm back the other way, arcing Brighella through the air to slam him into the floor, a gearshaft from the pile is impaled through his ribcage, having impacted at just the wrong—right—angle.

Scar laughs, wild and distorted. “I caught you, Brigi!”