The poor, slave girl did not even get the time to close her eyes as she fell face first onto the wooden floor, a glazed, hollow look painting her face. She had absolutely no idea what had just happened.
Seelima only slowly revealed herself out of the pitch black following the successful attack, double handing a large, bloody wooden bat with her tiny hands. She glanced down at the stunned body with only a cold and emotionless glint, like she was not looking at her friend or even a human, but just a troublesome bug.
Then, keeping that same, cold, frosty facade, she slowly raised her bat high into the air, and…
Thud… Thud… Thud…
One would have almost a hard time believing that such dainty hands could swing such a heavy bat with such strength or for that matter, even do something so cruel.
However the Queen Mother's stony face showed not the slightest hint of hesitation as she repeatedly hit the unconscious girl, painting the room's floor with the poor girl's grey matter.
