Jax observed the way the rougish man's feet shifted just before his right hand came aiming for his messy brown curls. More or less he could predict the latter's next move.
Thus when Hank raised his hand high enough, Jax met it with his own right hand while kicking the psychotic man's left leg which was getting ready to collide with his face.
Jax thought that the kick was hard enough to at least make Hank stumble over one or two steps to the side, but he forgot that he was not even considered weak when facing this bull sized burly man of more than six feet height.
It was a small miscalculation on his part. His counter- attack couldn't be counted as one. However, at least, he managed to interrupt and terminate his opponent's attack.
On the other hand, Hank, who got deviated from drawing blood from the young man's nose, turned beyond livid.
He had never been the one on the receiving side in a fight. He had always been the one to deliver while his prey was only destined to take in every single punishment he deemed fit.
But now, this thin stick like youth in front of him, dared to kick him that too when he was about to teach him a lesson.
"Count the last few minutes of your wretched life young man," Hank passed his decree. He had decided. He was going to kill this arrogant son of a b*tch with his bare hands.
Right after saying his line, he flipped the youth while grabbing his right hand, which delivered itself in to his claw earlier, as his left hand went for the waist band part of Jax's jumpsuit.
Just like throwing a rag doll, he threw a human being who was almost six foot tall on to the the ground.
Jax who landed heavily on his back grunted in pain. Hank seemed to have used all his strength in over throwing himself over his shoulder, that he almost felt his ribs breaking from the force of his fall.
Jax couldn't help but curl his body into a fetal position, enduring the excruciating pain that was now shooting through his entire body.
[Jax, roll over to your left, quick. This maniac is coming for you again.]
While he was still trying to regain his bearings, the voice in his head suddenly started screaming as if it was panicking in Jax's place at the thought of the impending danger.
Jax cursed under his breath when he realized that moving after receiving such an attack inflicted more pain than the hit itself.
However, he managed to shift in position and roll over to his left just as Hank's leg was about to land on his head. The monster in the rougish man's heart was out to kill and Jax was its choice of kill.
Hank didn't stop when Jax evaded his kick. Instead, he immediately bent over and lifted the young man by holding his collar with his two hands. Once Jax was steady on his two feet, Hank freed on of his hands while holding Jax in his place with the other.
Then he struck his fist in the young man's gut so hard, that Jax would have fallen to the ground for a second time, if not for the hand that was holding him securely.
[Master, knee him in the balls. He will free you to invade the attack.]
The voice rang in Jax ears once again, and Jax followed it without asking any further questions.
He couldn't possibly get beaten to his death like this. He knew he was very weak, but that didn't mean he would not put up any fight and surrender to this psychotic man just like that.
Jax grabbed the hand that was clutching his collar with his two hands for support before raising his knee, aiming for Hank's baby maker.
He did it while making his intentions obvious to his opponent, and when his knee was just a second away from connecting to its target, Hank released his grip over his clothes and used both of his hands to deflect his attack.
In his haste, Hank used so much force that they stumbled two steps back from their original positions.
[Master, there is a clay pot, two steps from your right. Make use of it.]
Jax didn't understand what the voice was saying until he turned his head to his right where he saw a medium sized cylindrical object at the mouth of this corridor.
At every door, gate or even the mouth of all the corridors of this side of prison, the guards have placed two potted plants, one on each side of every entrance.
Once the mud container fell into his line of sight, Jax lifted his eyes away from it and looked around his premises, seemingly searching for something or maybe someone. When he found what he was looking for, he directly went for the pot and threw it on to the wall with all his might, breaking it into pieces.
Immediately, dust flew in the air creating a sand veil as the broken pieces flew off in different directions.
Jax had thrown it so hastily that he didn't even saw where he was throwing it at, however, fortunately or unfortunately, his throw got aimed at Hank, who was just about to charge at him.
But it didn't connect with any part of Hank unluckily, as he dodged it just in time for it to brush past his shoulder, after all they were in a narrow corridor. Thanks to his reflexes, Hank didn't get hurt.
Meanwhile, what Jax did was only angered him to the core when he had already turned red from fury. That was understandable. He didn't even need a reason to get angry at someone, because all he need was his unreasonableness. But Jax provided so many plausible causes to incur his wrath.
Hank saw red.
However, Hank had to wait for the dust to settle down on the ground first, which didn't take more than a few seconds, revealing the faces of everyone present. But when his eyes landed on the youth before him, he noticed that something was off. Especially, there was this unreadable gleam in the young man's eyes, that made him halt in his steps.
That was when he saw the broken piece, one of the many from the broken mud vase earlier, firmly clutched in Jax's hand.
"What's going on here?" A stern voice called just as Jax stabbed his left thigh while looking at Hank straight in the eyes.