Mahol struggled to free himself from my grip by any means necessary, but I had no intention of letting him go.
I firmly kept one hand against his neck and clenched my fist.
'Whenever he loses his mind like this, knocking him out is the answer to put his acts to a halt.'
There’s simply no other resort because words couldn't calm Mahol down in this state.
The cacophony of voices that swirled in his mind was like a tempestuous sea, with each one as treacherous as a venomous serpent. They threatened to pull him under, to drown him in their relentless tide. But I was determined to save him, to quell the storm with the might of a mountain. I would use not just a pebble of words, but a boulder of violence to dam the flood and bring him peace.
Pow, pow-
I punched him. His skin split, and his bones gave way under my knuckles.
"Pant... pant...!"
My attacks sent him panting hard, but surprisingly, he didn’t scream. As a form of retaliation, he turned his head to dodge my fist and bucked to push me off.
"Just pass out already. I'm getting tired."
I wouldn't typically mind, but I had been swinging my fists for ten minutes...
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