His body had gone unconscious due to the sudden shock of the thrust, I could clearly see his body not moving an inch,, his struggles fading away, as the bird man continued to dig deeper into Arargon's chest with its beak.
Wake up! Wake up! , you can't die, this is not supposed to happen.
As if answering to my calls, Aregon woke up with a terrifying scream, the pain had kicked in and maybe his anger too.
He grabbed the bird mans beak with both his hands preventing it from digging any deeper.
It wasn't a pleasant scene, I would have cried and begged for someone to take me home, but I noticed something that I didn't notice earlier.
My emotions were in total control or suppressed in this stadium or in this time glitch that was caused by Kit's red eyes problem.
Yes, there were hints of some emotions, but I wasn't panicking like a normal 14 year would panic when seeing this sight.
Araegon's hands gripped the beak tighter, his veins in his eyes area were popping, he was using all of his strength.
If the bird man succeeded in digging deeper or even opening it's beak, the hole would be the death of the slave.
He was fighting for his life, Aregon was pushing the beak out of his body, he might die out of blood loss if the beak comes out.
The struggle was real, the bird had two limbs and a beak.
Two chains emerged from the pile of chains which were desperately trying to capture the birds legs.
At least the chain binded the hands of the bird.
Araegon pulled his chest out of the beak, blood poured out of the wound like a thousand arrow pierced its body.
The dome of chains quickly changed their shape and wrapped themselves to Araegon's hands, fragging him to the other corner far from the bird.
The bird man as of knowing the outcome of the fight didn't try to intervene, it's beak red with blood, it's beautiful wings now having splashes of red.
It glanced at the slave whose chest had a hole on it due to him.