"Don't touch that chest!" Ki Besat shouted angrily as Jagat looked like he was about to examine the two chests.
{Ki. There is another way to avenge you. But not this way}
"Who are you to advise me?"
Ki Besat, overcome with rage, jumped up quickly from his seat and turned his attack on Jagat. His eyes glowed with burning fury as he rushed towards Jagat, ready to confront anyone who dared approach his chest.
Jagat, ever vigilant, took a defensive posture. His body remained erect, ready to meet Ki Besat's moans. He knew he didn't want to hurt Ki Besat. He just wanted to understand him and find a better solution.
Ki Besat's attacks came fast and furious. Punches and kicks were thrown that reflected his anger. However, Jagat skillfully dodged the attacks, using his speed and agility to avoid them. He tried to find an opening to speak, to convey his message to Ki Besat.
{There is no need for more bloodshed.}
