The sickening crack of breaking bone sounded loud as a gunshot in the alley. The troll bellowed his agony. Not for long. The Amerindian released the troll’s broken arm, made another half-turn and slammed the heel of his right hand up under the Disassembler’s chin. The troll’s teeth slammed together with a clearly audible clash, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed in a boneless heap.