There was only red in Ren's sights now, crawling up and getting into a full-mount on the ex-argonaut as he began slamming his hands down against the man's face as if he were striking down with a mallet. Leo was unable to get any words out as the flurry of sharp blows filled his mouth with his own crimson fluid.
Trying to block this assault by raising his arms, Ren simply drove his fists through this guard like a savage beast, honing in on the canvas for his painting of red. All Ren could think about in that moment was how good it felt to hit him, over and over while the man's face became dyed in red.
Again, the battered man attempted to half this assault; grabbing onto Ren's wrist to hold back both of his bloodthirsty fists.
