They were beating the living daylights out of Guissepo.
Maxim was rather harsh with her kicks. She wanted to hear Guissepo's ribs cracking, but he was doing his best to use Perfect Aura to defend. Unfortunately, between the strength of both Maxim and Silrat, his defenses soon wore down and it was his flesh receiving the beating of a lifetime.
"Have you any idea how much we suffered because of you? You nearly killed me with that stupid game of yours! I can't get my hands on that masked necromancer, but I'm make do with you, you stupid son of a bitch!" Maxim screamed and she lifted Guissepo only to crash him into the ground with a suplex.
Guissepo groaned and spat blood.
Silrat crashed a mana-coated fist into his face, and then another, and another, and another. Unlike Maxim, he gave a silent ass-whooping. He had a lot of rage to spill, but none of the decency to spell out why he was dishing it out.