"He's bound and can't break free, so there's no need to worry" he proclaims. "You may do as you wish to him"
To this, the expression of everyone perks up.
Confirming his statement, Ezra tosses him in front like a ragdoll yet again, but with more force this time, so he rolls and eats dust for a bit before coming to a halt.
Khasavar's eyes darted around, his mind racing.
Even bound, he refused to believe he was truly powerless.
There had to be a way out, a weakness in these restraints, or in the crowd of transcendents who now looked at him with clear hostility and glee.
On cue, Frederick stomps the floor, launching himself towards Khasavar.
BAM!
A kick straight to the face!
In the face of this, even Ezra nods like "Damn!"
Khasavar's face twisted with disdain as Frederick loomed over him.
His mocking laughter echoed across the dusty clearing.
"Is that all you've got?" he spat, blood trailing down his cheek.
Frederick doesn't respond.
