A Binding Of Essence

The crowd's cheers turned into gasps as the sight.

Brute grinned savagely, displaying teeth. "Gotcha bitch!"

The Kid struggled, his face contorting in pain as Brute's grip tightened.

With the crowd roaring for blood, Brute unleashed a brutal barrage of punches. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, driving the Kid closer to the brink.

"Is this the end?!" The commentator yelled. "Will Brute finish this once and for all?"

Ezra leaned forward in interest even as Veran kept laughing.

The kid had been taught to take a hit.

Despite the relentless assault, the Kid's eyes never lost their focus. He endured the punishment, waiting for his moment.

When Brute's grip slackened ever so slightly, the Kid wrenched free, staggering back with a visible limp.

He clutched his left side, the pain of the injury he had sustained evident for all to see.

Brute roared into the sky and the crowd cheered with him.