"Fool! Why haven't you ran away?!"
Arnold became too livid, face turned beet-red as soon as he got close to him; without having a second thought, he jabbed at Keith's stomach, making him all teared up, and coughed a mouthful of blood.
The pain surged and broke a few bones of his ribs with a series of cracks until it spread through his bowels. He lurched from his stead, hugging himself from the pain.
Right then, it was harder to breathe, his insides writhed in no way he could describe despite having such familiarity of this unbearable sensation coursing through his body.
He arched his neck, trembling, and tried to meet his eyes, saying, "Y—Your Grace, I—"
"Silence! You stupid whore mongrel!"
Arnold's voice roared as he landed a punch on Keith's cheek. A shockwave came from the impact, having his teeth crushed to numbness, along with his jaws snapped that crisped the air.
He let out a hiss of pain, as he stumbled several times.
