David's foot hovered above Eric, his merciless eyes fixed on the battered figure lying helplessly below. Eric, barely conscious, managed to lift his gaze, his vision blurred with pain.
The moment his eyes met David's, they flickered with frustration and a raw, simmering anger. Despite his shattered jaw, Eric tried to speak, but before any words could escape, David's boot came down on his chest with the weight of a mountain.
The sound of ribs snapping under the force echoed through the training grounds, followed by Eric's agonized scream. Blood bubbled from his mouth as he struggled to breathe, each breath a choking gasp as the pain overwhelmed him. His once proud and commanding presence was now reduced to nothing more than a pitiful, broken shell.
Both Vice-Captains could do nothing but watch in stunned silence. They were locked in place, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of David's aura, an oppressive force that seemed to crush the very air around them.
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