Even if the full effect of whatever King Hanta had done with that ring didn’t last too long on him, it surely hurt like a b***h, and it lingered for a hell of a stretching moment as he dizzily propped on his feet and struggled to focus his blurry sight.
When he finally succeeded in discerning anything beyond the explosion of color that throbbed in sync with the deafening pulsations in his head, he was horrified to discover Phomeryka ardently squirming in one of the Ruhavkian soldiers' arms while three others fought teeth and nail to restrain her limbs and she continued to wave her knife madly around, until one of them managed to pin her by the wrist.
-Leave her alone! – Axe angrily yelled over the Xoltunian’s wild screeches, seeing the man prying her hand open and yanking the blade off,
