LET'S GO NORVAL

Norval was dragged off his feet by the force of Wardric's fists digging deep into his chest. He was almost coughing out his lungs, and he couldn't breathe for a long time. When he peered down, he saw his feet sliding across the concrete floor, almost to the platform's edge.

To keep Norval from pushing back, Wardric sank his knuckles further and put more weight on his feet. He needed to end the fight soon and not allow Norval a chance to fight back, or he'd have to do something he didn't want to do in the first place, but the monks had forced his hand.

Norval grabbed Wardric's arms and wrenched them from his chest, tossing them to the side as he put his palms to the ground to slow down. The intense friction would have easily peeled off his skin if it hadn't been for the gloves covering his fingers and palms. He finally came to a halt, his boots' heels edging over the edge of the platform; a single push would have sent him tumbling ten feet to the gro