Strike after strike, punch after punch, kick after kick, a beatdown of the inhumane proportion followed to have the apprentice fall without a chance at retribution. The senseless brutality spawn couldn't be contained.
'Poor Igna,' thought she unbothered by the assault, '-you'll wake up soon, won't you?' annoyance from the look he gave had her wanting blood.
"Come on, continue the beatdown what's the hold-up?" approached Lord Lordon, "-my Yuki has yet to smile. Break the hands or something, make sure he doesn't cook."
"FATHER, MOTHER!" the door barged, "-WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?" he curled with blood and broken teeth, the guards were merciless. "You're going to kill him at this rate?"
"So?" returned Yuki coldly, "-not my problem," she shrugged,"-he tried to assault me. The guards came to my rescue, is there something the matter?"
"It's as your mother says," said he holding her shoulders, "-merely self-defense."
