"Ngh!"
The baseball bat hit Michael in the arm, and he grimaced with pain.
Merrick kept swinging the bat, and Michael just weaved whatever swing he could and blocked the rest with his arms.
"I only left you alive last time because there were other groups nearby. They were just waiting for an opportunity to pounce on us.
"We didn't leave you all because we thought you were strong or anything like that!"
Merrick shouted and brought his baseball bat down.
It landed against Michael's arms. Crack. Something definitely broke, and Michael let out a cry of pain.
"Jab!"
Michael threw a quick jab. Merrick blocked it with the bat. He followed with a fierce swing of the bat.
Michael bent his body backward, and the baseball bat grazed past his head—it was so close to almost cracking his skull.
"Argh! Argh! Argh!"
Meanwhile, Samuel suffered under the onslaught of Ives' metal pipe strikes, and his body was screaming in pain.
