When Kratos charged, the stranger leveraged the God of War’s superior weight against him, flinging him into the side of his house. He laughed when Kratos bounced off the structure to hurl himself at him.
The stranger responded by grabbing Kratos as if he were a ragdoll, leaping high into the air with him in his clutches to slam him into the overhanging roof. Straddled over Kratos, the stranger unleashed a flurry of rapid, debilitating punches, the unseeing gaze of a madman on his face.
“This is real simple. Tell me what I want, and the pain stops,” the stranger shouted.
Kratos worked his right arm free. Ramming his fist into the old man’s face again and again, then throwing him off, he slammed the stranger onto the roof so hard that the thatch gave way, revealing the room’s contents below through a gaping hole.
