"Enough?"
Tharvek repeated the word as he looked down at Leon.
The boy's fingers were still clinging to his leg, the sand dragging across his features as more and more of his skin ripped and healed in real time. At the same time, the blood and flesh of his severed legs squirmed as they slowly started to heal.
He could see everyone was waiting.
Waiting for something to happen.
There were some that were screaming to stop, but Tharvek barely paid much attention to them as he raised his foot, and⎯
BANG!
Stomped down.
Spurt!
Blood squirted all over his clothes.
But even still, the grip remained.
Enough?
"You look at the men beneath me and decide that I have enough..."
Tharvek's gaze continued to linger over the stands, staring at the people as they leaned forward to see what was happening.
He could see the cheers growing louder as he raised his foot again.
BANG!
His foot stomped down again as red continued to stain the sand.
But even so, the grip remained.
