Barbatos Panics

"So." Amid a massive crater, across the ruined battlefield. A silver boot stepped onto the ground. Not far away lay Bruce, clad in heavy armor, sprawled across the desolate earth. His once jet-black hair had long turned white, and his weathered face was covered in knife-like scars. Bruce's blue eyes were filled with confusion. Just moments ago, that man had blocked his attack with a single finger, casually snapped his wrist, then slammed him into the ground with a graceful shoulder throw.