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"What to do? What to do?" I quietly mulled over as I watched the man fall back down to his knees.

He tried to get back up merely moments after I had knocked him out but since that was not enough to take him down a bit more permanently, I kicked him as hard as I could in his head.

Then again and again for a total of three times. Until finally he went down for the count.

It was quite satisfying, all done and dusted. I got to work off some of my frustrations with that skull of his and he got knocked unconscious for my troubles. Now the question really was whether I wanted to kill him or not.

To do or not to do, that was the question.

But it was quite easy, I shoved my fingers over his eyelids and with an exertion of essence, my fingers elongated and with it sharpened.

A moment later and they, disgustingly enough, ballooned in size and sharpness. Enough to bludgeon his brain to death with a couple of rough shoves.