(Seriously. More Violence)
Valka
But he responds just as swiftly. In the next moment, he isn't in front of me anymore and I am being hoisted off the ground and flung across the room. I hit the wall in a crash, but I am past feeling pain. Adrenaline flares hot and hard, and when he reaches me, I am up on my feet, swinging again.
Cheek, jaw, collarbone, chest, eye. The wood snaps an edge on his skin with an unclean sound. He stumbles backward clutching his bleeding face. "Back to raging like an animal, I see." He lets his hand fall and I see the excitement in his eyes. "Gods, but no one else makes me feel so... alive."
He punches me. I hear something crack in the back of my head as I hit the wall. I don't feel it. I swing. He catches my wrist and twists it. My cry is not one of pain but outrage as he wrenches the wood from my hand and smashes the side of my head in with it.
