Zakir was focused like a laser but also excited. It was clear the guy took pleasure in tormenting others.
Erik was caught off guard again by this aggressive burst and found himself unable to avoid some of the strikes. Zakir took advantage of that and unleashed a powerful blow on the awakener using one of the tendrils.
He hit Erik with devastating force directly on the neck, the tendril's impact making a sickening crack. The blow was so powerful it lifted Erik off his feet and sent him crashing face-first into the ground.
Erik lay there on the cold floor, his chest heaving with labored breaths and his vision blurring. Each attempt to draw air sent a sharp pain through his bruised neck.
Above him, Zakir's figure cast a dark shadow, his face twisted into a cruel smile that revealed his yellowed teeth. His tendrils writhed in anticipation of the next strike.
"Do you want me to finish him?" The crowd roared back.
"YES!"
