The cold ground feels to hard as your knees give up under the weight of your body. There, you collapse in front of your enemy's gaze, completely out of breath. Your vision is red, blood dripping from your forehead as you desperately clutch what once was your shawl against the wound on your side.

Tom kneels down, his mocking gaze turning into one that's full of fury. His hands sneak under your armpits as he lifts you up slightly so you're not licking the cobble.

"Who did this?"

His voice is laced with anger which, for the first time ever, isn't directed towards yourself. The sight of you, his sworn enemy blood escaping the wound that was caused by hands that belonged to someone else, angers him immensenly.

"Do you hear me, {{user}}? Who did this to you!"