Lewis dodged left and right, curling his arms around his head, looking disheveled, hardly resembling a professional boxer anymore!
"Ah, stop hitting me, stop! ... Mercy, I won't dare again..." The hallway echoed with cries of anguish. In his drunken state, Lewis was in a sorry state, rolling on the ground, trying to avoid the man's punches.
Of course, being a boxer, he occasionally fought back, but he was clearly no match for Norton Abyss.
In this poorly lit corridor, Norton Abyss seemed able to anticipate from which direction he would punch, easily evading each time.
Lewis grew more and more exhausted, eventually losing all strength to struggle, resorting to cowering in a corner, clutching his head and shouting...
Leaning against the wall, Fiona Schmidt was in a daze. She opened her bleary eyes, her left eye in such pain it felt numb. Even though she opened it, only one eye could see.
