*Pow! Pow! Pow!*
"Abaddon, I think he gets the point now..."
*Mink! Mink! Mink!*
"Gulban may be powerful, but even he can die. Would you kindly get off of him..?" Asherah pleaded again.
Currently, Gulban was lying on the floor, flat on his back.
Abaddon was on top of him, performing a good old fashioned ground and pound like only the best of MMA fighters could pull off.
The dragon god's fists were already slick with blood as he struck the old maker in the face repeatedly.
"You fucking deadbeat! You left your only daughter all alone in the fucking wilderness while you dicked around in other dimensions?! HAVE YOU ANY FUCKING IDEA OF HOW MUCH SHE NEEDED YOU!?!"
Gulban's face was red, black, and blue all over, but he still parted his busted lips to offer up an excuse. "I couldn't have-"
"SHUT UP!"
*Crack!*
Abaddon head butted the maker with enough force to destabilize a planet's gravity.
