Jordan stood before me, clutching the chain tightly in his hand. His eyes fixated on me, filled with anger and contemplating the appropriate punishment to inflict upon me. After a few tense seconds, he forcefully hurled the chain, causing it to land at my feet with a loud thud.
"Chain yourself!" he spat out, his tone ice-cold and laced with a hint of childishness, yet undeniably dangerous. I glanced down at the chain, then back up at him, shaking my head in defiance.
"I... can't," I stammered, barely managing to utter the words.
"What?!" he exclaimed, his frustration mounting.
"I..."
Before I could finish my sentence, Jordan swiftly struck me with a heavy slap to the face, demonstrating the fighting skills he had undoubtedly been taught.
