It was a straight up massacre. The amount of time Fu Meng pounded the sick bastard was like more than the time it took us to get here. I mean, it was so brutal that none of us thought of even interrupting it fearing that we might incur the wrath instead.
I know that sounds crazy since I'm stronger than him and all, but at particular times like this, when common sense goes for a trip or something and instincts are the only thing left in you, you'll be frightened as well when someone emanates this amount of murderous intent. I wasn't scared though. I was just cautious, if you ask me.
[And of course, opinions on that differ when you were to ask someone else, for example, the handsome master of mine, Mr. Goldy.]
{What are you doing?}
[Can't you see? I'm interrupting your monologue.]
{Yea, don't do that. I'm trying to show off my side here. I don't want someone else to come in and ruin it for me.}
[You're weird…]
