Soul Splitter (1)

Ashton stopped upon hearing Astaroth's voice, his fist hovering inches from Ibis's face. Meanwhile, Ibis, breathing heavily and weakened, locked eyes with Ashton. 

Despite the pain and exhaustion, her gaze had a flicker of defiance. She knew she was at the mercy of her opponent, but she refused to yield. Unfortunately, she was way too weak to continue. 

"Woah, a mute bastard spoke!" Ashton mocked Astaroth, who once again was silent. 

[...I know you're pissed-]

"Pissed? PISSED?" Ashton cut him off. "Is that all you have to say for yourself? I nearly died, damn it! 

Then Flintmace and Vulcan had to sacrifice themselves for my sake, and now you fucking ex destroyed half the city, and you think I'm pissed?" 

[...I'm sorry. But please, don't take your anger out on her. She isn't-]

"Look here, you fucking simp! I don't care if she means something to you or not! Someone has to take the responsibility-"

[Then let me do it.]