MAD END'S DECEPTION
Gildeon roared, yanked his arm free, and lowered his clawed fist like a hammer.
One strike—bone cracked.
“Submit, Ghulik,” he growled.
The goblin just snarled.
Another blow—skin and flesh split open.
“Submit!”
But Ghulik was too fucking stubborn. Gildeon kept going, each strike heavier, more punishing, claws tearing into the goblin’s face, neck, chest. Ghulik shrieked, fists slamming into Gildeon’s arm, shoulder, jaw—wild, desperate hits.
Gildeon’s jaw clenched. He didn’t want to do what came next, but there was no other way to end this without breaking him further.
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