His anger did nothing to help him.
Part of him had clung to the hope of it manifesting some unknown Supernatural within him.
That part was thrown out of him, though, just like the air inside his lungs as Moe kicked him repeatedly.
"Damn you." Ikemefuna whispered.
"What?!" Moe raised his voice, daring Ikem to repeat his words.
Ikemefuna stared into his eyes.
He was silent.
Then he opened his mouth:
"Damn you. Sir!"
His retort seemed to infuriate Moe to no end. And despite knowing that the kicks hurt no one but himself, he still kept at it.
"Where do you get the balls?"
He kicked.
"The impetus!"
He kicked again.
"The audacity!!"
He kicked even harder.
Wicker watched from the side, with an arm on his waist.
He saw his partner wince every time his foot struck the teenager's chest.
Wicker slowly looked away, thinking.
Why would the recruit try running away if he knew he wouldn't make it?
