"...show me what you've got."
'...Is this guy stupid? Or is he really crazy?' Aeshvin stared at Soren, the corner of his mouth twitching. He almost laughed at the absurdity of it. After everything, this man was actually giving him an opening. 'No, wait... Could it be... he has some kind of trump card too?'
The thought gave him pause, but only for a moment.
'No... It doesn't matter.'
His twisted smile returned, blood still staining his teeth. Even if the crazy bastard had a trump card, he would tear it apart and take it for himself. This was the moment everything would change.
'Moron, you should have killed me when you had the chance!'
"Since..." Aeshvin opened his mouth to speak, to mock, to unleash everything he had left. However, the words came out broken, barely audible through his cracked lips. "Y-you... want... to... die... s-gh!"
Soren's fist slammed into his face.
"W-Wai-"
Another punch.
"S-Sto—!"
Another.
