"That's it?" The white-scaled Monster asked, its head slightly tilted to the right. "You interrupted me for this?"
'What the... What the... What the fuck?!'
"I'm talking to you." Mark crouched. "Answer when I talk." He said as his hand repeatedly slapped his enemy's head. "After all that talk too... You're pretty pathetic, you know?"
'How did it get to this? How am I the one on the ground? Why did-'
"I said answer when I talk. Ex-General my ass. "
The white-scaled Monster grabbed the hand that lay at its feet.
Crack-
"What... What do you want?"
"You're pretty weak..." The white-scaled Monster's hand moved. "Lying on your stomach like this. Can you really not move?" The hand grabbed a ring finger.
Crack-
"You look Human, old man. Are you?" Mark asked, as the 'old man' clenched his teeth, doing his best not to scream.
Two fingers had been broken. But the pain was somehow bearable.
