Frederick Von was in unbearable pain.
His face twisted grotesquely, his screams like a pig being slaughtered. His crimson blood stained his white disciple vestment.
"Master Calvin!"
"As an elder, you shouldn't lay your hands on a disciple. You... you don't have the right or qualifications to do this!"
Anger blazed within his chest, burning everything with a raging fire. All-consuming, intense heat.
His stern rebuke was ignored. The sword remained in his tender shoulder.
Her oppressive presence rendered him powerless, and hatred filled his eyes, filth spewing from his mouth.
Linda Calvin withdrew the sword, gently shaking it; the blood that coated it splashed onto the ground, leaving the sword cleansed and clear.
"What does it matter if I harm you?"
She maintained a cold expression, emotionless, as if he were just an insignificant ant she could easily crush out of existence.
