[Bonus chappy thanks to Douglas Bell <3 (1/1)]
Leonel was having a great time. Honestly speaking, he would have much rather punched them all through their faces, he wouldn't even have minded if his knuckles exited out through the back of their skulls, but he wasn't strong enough for that yet.
In that case, he would just have to settle for making them spit up blood in anger.
Of course, he could tell that the real reason Anselma spat up blood was because of her internal injuries, but who cared? Minor details, minor details.
"Anastasia, find us a relatively safe place. I need to sleep for like a decade."
A snort came back as a reply, leaving Leonel without the words. How were they still mad at him?
