Cleo lied on the floor, soaked with blood and sweat. His face was stomped in, while the outline of a shoe was clearly visible.
Kiba rubbed the heel of his shoe on Cleo's bloodied chest.
"Argh," Cleo whimpered with pain. He looked at Kiba like he was a monster reincarnated in the guise of a human.
He couldn't believe how weak he was in front of him. He didn't even felt what happened now was a battle, it was more like a play between an adult and a child. The outcome for such a play was decided from the start.
"Don't look at me like that," Kiba retraced his leg, "Only you are to be blamed for your current state."
Kiba waved his hand and a gust of wind passed through the room. The wind obliterated the remaining pieces of vines and plants.
There was no damage inside the room even with the attack of turbulent currents from before. Kiba has prevented destruction by using his strength effectively.
He sat down on the corner of the bed with his eyes on Cleo.
