Zack drove his other fist into Makun's stomach.
Once.
Twice.
PUUAH.
The first blow folded Makun in half. Air exploded from his lungs. He had never been hit by such a punch before. It felt like being hit by a high-speed train.
The second drove deeper, compressing his organs, rupturing something inside.
Splurt.
Blood sprayed from Makun's mouth onto the ground. A lot of it came out, even more than what Elias had spurted earlier.
Makun collapsed, gasping for air, his vision getting blurry.
All he could see was Zack stood over him, blood streaming down his face, one eye gone, the other burning with rage.
He still had not calmed down. He had lost too much after getting in touch with this guy. He had to pay.
Zack knelt down on Makun, his fist raised.
WHAM.
He connected with Makun's face, spraying blood everywhere.
WHAM.
A second one, disfiguring Makun's face.
