"Uggh..." Ronald grunted as he slowly stood, peeling himself from the ground. His head had smashed right through the concrete wall.
His jaw shifted sickeningly, and thick blood filled his mouth.
From just one blow, he looked anything but recognizable. The elegant air that permeated around him previously had completely faded, replaced by mangled desperation.
Feeling the terrible pain aching through his body, he couldn't even stand properly. His hand was likely dislocated from the hard impact with the wall's debris.
He could only glare at Akhil with deep, seethed rage boiling in his eyes.
"Bastard! Bastard orc!" he strained with difficulty, blood spilling out from his mouth with every word. Even while he was trying his best to get back to his feet, no one bothered to come check on him; they were all still listening to the "crazy orc."
Just then, a shadow walked up in front of him, blocking his sight.
