Seven Devils
And that was the fuse which ignited the bomb.
Suddenly Damon's head was snapping every which way, blow after blow, raining down on his already crippled form. The once moon kissed flesh now an angry red. Damon never uttered a sound, refusing to show any weakness while gritting his teeth, trying to not be thrown like a rag doll. He wouldn't back down; he didn't know how. He wasn’t weak.
"Stop it!" Amelia screamed, running forward to get between the fists and her precious friend, but when a fist came flying at her face, she squeezed her eyes shut in fear, her feet getting tangled in her dress, and she went tumbling forward.