The young man named Heath turned pale, helplessly leaning his broom against the wall and brushing dust off his hands before walking into the house. The lyrics he hummed also changed.,The shop door and the nearest shelves were smashed to pieces! Blood, splintered wood, and broken merchandise were flying around in the small shop. The muffled blast echoed for a long time.,The young man named Heather struck three robbers in quick succession with punches that moved at near-instantaneous speed, delivering blows with force exceeding two tons each, all within less than half a second.。