Torture

The man got up on his feet after hitting the wall, and his colleague also seemed ready to fight. They both pulled out their weapons—a dagger and a sword.

"You bloody bastard, I don't know who you are or what you want here, but I'm going to make sure I skin you alive," the thin man said in rage and rushed at Silva.

Silva didn't move until the last moment. He sent a powerful kick into the man's chest, sending him flying again and slamming into the walls.

"You bloody assholes touched someone you shouldn't have," Silva said. He walked deeper into the house, and with every step, a rumble could be felt.

The second man saw how easily Silva tossed his friend. His immediate thought was to beg, but he could feel the bloodlust coming from Silva, and he knew what genuine bloodlust was like.

He knew for a fact that Silva was not there to play with them or show them any mercy—he was there to kill them.