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"Aggrr, le…t me… go… you bas…tard!" Arthur struggled like a cornered tiger.

His torso twisted, desperately trying to shake off the vermin that had leaped onto his back.

Álvaro’s hands trembled more and more as he tightened the rope between his wrists.

His veins bulged, protruding beneath his skin, while his wounds seeped streaks of blood.

He clenched his teeth, his vision going dark, on the verge of losing consciousness, but his thirst for revenge kept his fury burning.

But it wasn’t enough.

He loosened his grip for just a second—just one—and his entire body twisted, crashing onto the hard ground.

His head hit the earth, and he groaned in pain, his throat raw and scraped.

In the distance, the roars of battle; nearby, the choked coughing of his enemy.

Álvaro tried to get up, but this time, his body refused to obey. The rush of adrenaline was wearing off.

"You bastard! You’re about to find out what happens when you mess with me!" The furious scream was followed by a crushing we