'Stop-'

He thought the creature would hit back. That is what animals do, is it not? They fight. They brawl, and scream. There is desperation in his chest now, making his arms tight, hindering the power in his muscles. But still, he cannot stop. The blood from the man's lip - it could be his blood, stolen from him as it was; it is his to take back. Yes, yes, he can do this, and it is just.

He aims this time. The nose, the teeth; he has two fists, and knows how to use them.

'-talking.'