With a fluid, utterly uninhibited movement, Ethan brought his massive open hand down hard, delivering a resounding, heavy slap directly against Heidy's left buttocks. The sharp sound echoed loudly across the enclosed clinical room, leaving a deep crimson print on her pale, scarred flesh.
"That absolute resilience is exactly why I thoroughly love warriors who claim they can tolerate everything," said Ethan, a dark, mocking chuckle escaping his chest.
The fallen sword master's ancient pride instantly shattered into a volcano of absolute, blinding fury. To be physically violated and humiliated in such a casual, dirty manner by a mere frontier brat was a baseline insult her soul could not endure. Her entire body violently trembled as she attempted to forcefully spin around and wrap her bare fingers around his throat, but Ethan's physical execution was vastly faster.
Before her muscles could even contract, his large hand blurred through the air.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
