'And It's...!'

Arthur crouched beside him, reaching out and yanking his head up by his hair. Florian grit his teeth against the burst of pain, glaring up at him through blurred vision.

Arthur smirked, his golden eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction. "You're pathetic, you know that?" He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Just lay down and die already."

Florian spat blood at him.

Arthur snarled, his grip tightening. "You little—"

Before he could finish, a boot connected with Florian's ribs, sending him sprawling onto his side. Pain exploded through his torso, his breath stolen by the brutal impact. He curled in on himself instinctively, gasping, choking, his vision flashing white from the sheer agony.

More kicks followed, merciless and unrelenting. His body jerked with every impact, his mind growing hazy.

His thoughts flickered, disjointed and fading.

'Not like this…'