The cleanest way to do this would just be to snap his neck. It's a little bitch of a neck and it wouldn't take much. It's also not worth the trouble in a lot of ways. Instead, he grabs the bloke's head in his hands and slams the lad's face into his knee. He crumbles.

"Right, then!" He straightens, adjusting his shirt and the collar of his coat. "I'm starving." A booted foot steps over one felled cunt, then the other. He flips Ethan's one good eye off. With a swing, Butcher tosses the bat into a nearby dumpster. They are forgotten as soon as he sets his pace for the truck that's usually around here, somewhere.