Fabian did as he was told to and rushed outside. He first went to the edge of the village and stood in front of a tree before taking a deep breath and with a sudden burst of strength, his fist shot forward.
A dull thud sounded along with a few cracks. Not on the tree, but one could easily tell that they came from Fabian himself if they saw the blood dripping from his fist.
The would healed in mere three seconds as he walked towards a decent sized rock and send a punch flying towards it too.
This time, there were no thuds and instead, just a small squish and the sound of bones shattering like before, but crispier.
Fabian only had a slight frown on his face due to the pain, but this was a very mild reaction to something as painful as having the bones broken.
Keith saw this and sighed, 'This guy, putting his questionable goals aside... he's way better than Vincent when it comes to fighting potential. Especially with his familiarity to pain.'
