"You bloody bastard," Oliver said and tried harder to hit Silva, but that was impossible as Silva kept deflecting the attacks.
These were all things Oliver already knew, but hearing them from Silva made him rage.
Silva watched him flail about. He got tired of this, so he decided to end it. He grabbed Oliver by the arm and threw him over his shoulder, slamming him into the ground.
He squatted beside Oliver and whispered to him,
"I think you'll have an easier time getting better than your sister, rather than trying to beat me. If you come at me again, you may never live to tell the tale." Silva raised his hand to draw Miss Elizabeth.
"I'm feeling exhausted. Can I take a break?" he asked.
She looked at Silva, then at Oliver on the ground. She could tell something had happened, and that it wouldn't be safe for them to continue as things were, so she allowed him.
