Austria, October 13th 1800
4:39 PM
Both soldiers were over Lukas, delivering punches all over his body. Meanwhile, Franz just watched it, with relative indifference in his eyes.
Soon, Franz calmly raised his hand. "Enough. The time is up," he said.
After that, both soldiers immediately stepped aside in order to give space to Lukas, who immediately sat up, and bent his head downwards, so all the blood from his nose and mouth could be released.
Lukas was feeling horrible. It was almost as if he had just been punched by two Luther's, without even having been able to defend himself.
After coughing, and spitting blood for a while, Lukas finally raised back his head, and looked at Franz, who was just looking at the blonde boy, as nothing had happened.
After a short break, Franz sighed. "Very well, both you. You may leave, your work is done here," he said.