The world blurred.
Caspian barely saw Lyrius move, but he felt the impact.
BAM!
A fist slammed into his jaw, snapping his head to the side.
Lyrius was now fighting with his fist as he knows he is no match for caspian in swordmanship.
Caspian body reeled, and before he could react—
SMACK!
Another punch.
Caspian staggered, his breath ragged, blood dripping from his lips.
Lyrius' fists were merciless, relentless, inhuman.
A punch to the ribs—
A kick to the knee—
A brutal elbow to the jaw—
Caspian reeled backward, his vision blurring with each hit.
His entire body screamed in protest.
Lyrius was in a frenzy, his rage boiling over after Calenthir's defeat.
His knuckles were already torn open, but he didn't stop—he wouldn't stop.
"You think you can just beat us?" Lyrius roared, his fists crashing into Caspian's gut. "You think strategy alone makes you stronger?"
Another punch.
Caspian's knees buckled.
Blood splattered onto the bloodstained ground.
