Onesided tussle.

She watched her lover taking a step toward their leader, and then another, slowly taking out his golden jewels to ease their minds.

She realized what was happening and could have tried to stop him. But she didn't.

Her eyes were glued to the short dagger adorned with silver stars, shoved deep in his flesh. It glistened in the sun, so improper. Almost indecent.

Bugak waited, towering before that petty man, looking down at him for maybe 3 to 5 seconds without moving. And then he gave him a nasty headbutt. It was a quick, short stroke.

When he hit him, his head snapped back and blood started pouring out of his flat nose. That man hardly reacted, he just looked up to him with this shocked expression like he didn't know how to process what had just happened.

Bugak waited another second. And then he hit him with his left fist, surprised he would actually need more than one single blow to force this fucker on his knees.

Anna could have reached out and stopped him. She knew she could make him stop, take him away, calm him. But she didn't. She just stood there and watched as he slammed his body on the ground and systematically started to pound him to a pulp.

How could she not notice his injuries? That's a stab wound for fuck sake, how long is he hurt this badly? 

Her mind raced, filled with questions, while he seemed to forget about that knife completely.

Every time that paladin brought his hands to cover one part of his body, Bugak would blast him somewhere else. Body, head, body, head - over and over again. He started screaming, crying out, yelling for his mates to save him.

But no one dared to step in.

Everyone around him could feel the rage radiating off him like waves. It was a palpable force that sent a shiver down their spines.

The precision and force behind his strikes left others in awe, frozen or fleeing for safety.

Yet, Anna remained undeterred, standing just a few steps away. This was her first time to see him fighting barehand, and she was both captivated and frightened by the intensity of the spectacle.

Is it actually the same person? How could these hands, which brought her so much pleasure, cause this unimaginable pain? 

She was shaken, even when Bugak did exactly what she wanted. His rough exterior and brute strength shielded her from other players, who would be stupid enough to bother her. Exactly as this paladin did.

And even when she knew him for not so long, she could tell he was holding back, trying to avoid causing fatal injury.

Their match was over in such a short time, especially after his companions hid in the safe zone and watched this scene without even trying to help.

That man was lying in a pool of vomit, rolling around with blood leaking out of his hollow face. She could see that both his arms were bent out at weird angles and his armor was crumpled like a tin can.

Bugak approached her silently. With blood-stained knuckles, he slowly cleaned them on the soft blanket covering her figure. 

Anna decided not to talk about that new "piercing" he acquired while she was gone, hoping he would explain why he kept it a secret.

He let out a weary sigh as he reached for their backpack lying on the ground. Bugak was bored and tired.

Growing impatient, he gently nudged her, urging her to walk around the wheezing body, navigating her through the gate further into the village.