"Ugh..."
Anello could hardly believe his eyes, drool and tears slid down his cheeks, all he could muster was a hoarse cry of pain.
The elite warriors didn't cease their onslaught for a moment, taking advantage of Anello's inability to dodge the attack, they pierced his calf with an ice thorn, the icy magic power making him feel as if his leg had been cut off, losing all sensation.
His head was forced to the ground by a pair of large hands, while the other men began to forcefully drive ice thorns into his hands and feet, piercing through his collar and trousers, his dark grey coat immediately soaked with blood, which froze instantly on its surface.
He could only feel a moment of pain before losing sensation, the terrifying cold touch almost eliciting an instinctive scream from Anello.
Eventually, he slowly lost feeling in his body, the blood drained from his face, turning it as pale as paper, he could only watch in frozen horror as it all happened, unable to fight back.
