Aegon saw it too. The outline of a head. He smiled, a bloody, broken thing. "Now I see you."
He moved. No more defensive waiting. A jet of focused flame, hotter and sharper than before, lanced out.
Wade shrieked, stumbling backward as the fire scalded the blood-painted shield, the heat transferring through.
Aegon was on him, a fury of precise, brutal strikes. He parried a visible arm, ducked under a bloody silhouette of a swing, and drove another ruthless knee, then a fist, directly into the painted, vulnerable groin.
And Aegon snapped. No, to be accurate, he crashed out.
~Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!~
Aegon's boot connected with Wade's groin repeatedly."You sorry excuse for a fucking hero"
~Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!~
Wade's groaned, his voice barely a whisper. "P–Please…. Stop… Ukeh—!"
Aegon wasn't done.
"Well, let me personally ensure the bloodline ends with you, you sadistic little shit!"
~Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!~
Wade's scream was piercing.
