You were lying on the floor, barely conscious after your fight with Scaramouche. You were bleeding from multiple wounds, and your body just wouldn't move.
You heard his footsteps draw closer, and suddenly, your cheek was hit by his foot, forcefully tilting your head up to look at him.
"Pathetic." He grinned. Crouching lower and gripping your hair tightly to the point it hurt. He raised your head with your hair.
"And to think you fought a dragon and won. But can't defeat a harbinger?"
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