Thrash! Crack!
Hit! Blood! Hit! Blood!
Hit! Blood!
Hit…!
Hitryel pulled back his bloodied fist, blinking at the broken face. 'Huh?' He got off the unknown man's chest, hands falling to the sides. 'What am I doing?' He stepped away from the man's unconscious body, trying to identify him, but those swollen eyes and a nose that was punched into the skull was not helping at all. Hitryel looked around—
Nine other brutally beaten bodies.
Hitryel gulped, brows furrowing in confusion, as he reached for his head with a hand. 'Who are these people—?' He looked at the hand, eyeing the knuckles washed in crimson. Then he gave the nine beaten people another look. Arms broken, faces punched.
"I…" Hitryel whispered out loud, a bead of sweat trailing the side of his face. "I did that?" He fell back on his butt, arms shaking. "I can't be…"
