Two Martial Kings Vs. Martial Commander Youth.

''Yawn...'' Xenor yawned and scratched his hair. He was sitting on a wooden bench that was located in the long hallway.

Every now and then, he heard a sound of screams in his ears, which came from Aether.

''Are you done yet? Isn't this getting boring?'' He asked from Adamas, who had a sickening grin on his face.

''Little bit more...'' Adamas whispered and grabbed Aether's head tighter like he was trying to crush a watermelon.

''ARGHHH!'' Aether's voice was already hoarse, and his pupils were becoming whiter as he was close to passing out.

His body was already drenched in sweat, but there weren't any obvious injuries in his body, but instead, all the damage was internal.

Xenor shrugged and once again yawned. He wiped the teardrops and closed his eyes in hopes of getting a short nap.

*SPURT!*