Swollen eyes, broken limbs, Torn flesh, Gushing blood, broken nose. Aragon and Zoan couldn't raise a finger anymore. They had beaten each other to the point where their faces couldn't be recognized anymore, except for Caius who already knew what went on.
"Is it over?" He asked from afar as he saw them leaning against each other on their knees. He was about to step closer when he saw their lips moving. Looks like they were now using their tongues to communicate again instead of their fists.
"You... bastard..." Zoan was having trouble breathing though he was already healing. Aragon might have punched his throat somewhere during the fight, and blood was running down his mouth.
"You...fool...!" Aragon also had blood in his mouth. One of Zoan's attacks had destroyed one of his organs, but he was going to be ok.
"It's...all...your fault!" Zoan groaned.
"And I...tried to fix it. I'm..." Aragon gritted through the pain, "Still trying...to fix...it."
