Eli
The blows came one after the other, fist striking down against soft flesh, whimpers of fear reverberating through the alleyway.
"Please..." A hushed whisper came, cut short by another strike into the gut, the wind left the pleading, sobbing man as he buckled, falling into a coughing fit. A figure loomed over him, shoulders heavy, chest rising and falling in control rage. A hand lent down grabbing the man by the hair and pulling him up as another flurry of blows battered the man's face, the crack of a nose breaking, the agonising scream as an eyeball dislocated from the socket, the mix of blood and saliva trickling from a mouth with now fewer teeth and raw, torn, bleeding skin left him looking a sorry, pitiful state.
Eli dropped him, sneering. Rage had taken over, consumed him. He had been relentless in his attack, his assault on the man who had attempted to mug him as he'd wandered down the alley. The dagger that had been drawn was laying on the ground off to the side, having disarmed and dislocated the man's arm before he had even gotten a chance to react.
"I- I'm sorr- sorry- please... please..." he coughed again, tears streaming down his face.
Eli stared at the man, his knuckles were bloodied, bruised, they ached. He wasn't sure he had enough will to carry on with this, a part of him pitied the man, all he could see, staring down at him, was a monster.
"Please..." A hushed whisper came, cut short by another strike into the gut, the wind left the pleading, sobbing man as he buckled, falling into a coughing fit. A figure loomed over him, shoulders heavy, chest rising and falling in control rage. A hand lent down grabbing the man by the hair and pulling him up as another flurry of blows battered the man's face, the crack of a nose breaking, the agonising scream as an eyeball dislocated from the socket, the mix of blood and saliva trickling from a mouth with now fewer teeth and raw, torn, bleeding skin left him looking a sorry, pitiful state.
Eli dropped him, sneering. Rage had taken over, consumed him. He had been relentless in his attack, his assault on the man who had attempted to mug him as he'd wandered down the alley. The dagger that had been drawn was laying on the ground off to the side, having disarmed and dislocated the man's arm before he had even gotten a chance to react.
"I- I'm sorr- sorry- please... please..." he coughed again, tears streaming down his face.
Eli stared at the man, his knuckles were bloodied, bruised, they ached. He wasn't sure he had enough will to carry on with this, a part of him pitied the man, all he could see, staring down at him, was a monster.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." - If you want peace, prepare for war.
