Erend's fists kept pounding into Svetlana's face, each blow landing with the power of a sledgehammer. Erend wasn't holding back anything.
She felt the bone-crushing fiery punches that make her face becoming an unrecognizable mess as flames seared her skin. Her eyes wide with terror and were no longer filled with malice but with the haunting fear of the past.
The memory of the Dragonborn who had once almost ended her life surged back and she realized at that moment, that she was not strong enough. They had underestimated him just because they got the power from the Great Power, and now they was paying the price.
"This is a mistake... I'm going to drown in my own blood... again..." she thought, the terror gripping her heart like a claw. Her body that once full of confidence and strength felt weak and useless as Erend's onslaught continued, unrelenting.
