Xavier's fist slammed into Kael's jaw again, and the man stumbled, blood spraying from his mouth. He tried to fight back, swinging wild punches, but Xavier was too quick, too brutal. Each hit felt like a reminder that Kael wasn't worth mercy. He ducked a lazy punch, grabbed Kael's arm, and twisted it behind his back until the sickening crack of bone split the air. Kael screamed out in pain, but it was cut off by a swift knee to the gut.
Ryn stayed back, silent, watching the scene unfold. His gaze flickered between the two, unsure whether to intervene or let Xavier work through whatever rage was pushing him. This wasn't his fight. This wasn't his issue. But he couldn't look away, either.
Kael's face was a swollen mess now, blood staining his shirt, his breaths ragged and desperate. He managed to stagger to his feet, shaking, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. "You're gonna kill me, huh? You think I deserve it? Is that it?!" he wheezed, wiping his bloodied face.
