The icicle that had shot past him and diverted his attention and allowed what he tries so hard to stop from happening—giving Raymond the chance to recover.
Kieran could feel his scythe get ripped put of his hand, landing somewhere to the far left with a clang.
Still, Raymond didn't release his grip on his face. He raised his head up and slammed it several times into the ground.
BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!
With each hit of his head against the ground, Kieran felt his mind become fainter, his head rang like there was a high frequency device placed into it.
Unfortunately, Raymond was far from having his revenge. He lifted Kieran up to knee level by the head and slammed his knee into his head several times, his knee soaked with the blood drom Kieran's face.
"How does it feel eh?"
"It must have been nice thinking you could hide your ability from me, right? Well guess what? I'm not so easily fooled, and now I'm going to make you beg and writhe in pain"
