บท 335: Wrath & Grief, II

Her fist connected with his stomach.

Mark could feel his internal organs screaming and tearing.

Had she moved that fast? Had he not moved out of the way? Had he not blocked the attack on purpose? 

He couldn't tell.

"I'll kill you... I'll kill you... I'LL KILL YOU!!"

Cough-

A drop of blood made its way down his chin.

'When was the last time...'

Fighting an enemy he didn't hate.

Fighting an enemy he didn't necessarily want to kill.

Lin?

Yarnha?

'Mm... It's been happening a lot on the outside. Then... What about...'

The Corrupted Dark Elves? No. He was happy killing those. The Warriors and the Berserker too.

'Then was the last time...?'

Looking back, there were only two answers he could think of right now.

The Typhoon Wolf that, in its death, craved revenge against the cowardly Leader of the Pack.