When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.
Using his left hand, Kyran grabbed Gael's head and lifted him. After that, he kicked him on the side using his right knee.
Crack!
"ARGH!" Gael cried out in pain as he felt his lower ribs crack. He even felt his lumbar vertebra get dislocated after receiving the brunt of the kick.
Kyran did not stop there. Right after kicking Gael, he punched him— not once, or twice, but several times.
If this had been any other time, Kyran would not have bothered to take his time dealing with Gael. He would have ended it real quick by using his left. After all, even if he utilized 1% of the Draconic magic, he could exert more force with his left and easily destroy, not only Gael's bones but also turn his internal organs. When that happened, Gael would definitely die from internal bleeding.
Err... that is if Gael's torso remained intact after getting punched by Kyran's left.