"nata, get up from the ground, it is a damn order". Nouwl-an roared at her. As if his words made a short circuit in the girl, she began to react.
But despite the fact that the girl wanted to get up, she simply could not stand up, with the world spinning and her face roaring with pain.
"this is a sacred place, where we form the best spears of the empire, not clowns of…".
The instructor's words were interrupted, as Korr's fist impacted directly on his temple.
Compared to other blows ever received throughout his life as a soldier of the empire, nouwl-an had barely registered that blow as a blow.
However, he could feel the rage with which that blow had been delivered that to all effects, was merely harmless to his person.
But great was his surprise upon witnessing how one of the natos had dared to strike him by treachery, with the full intention of ending his life. The indignation, the anger, the fury registered on his face after seeing the face of the nato who had dared to attempt against his own instructor.
Nouwl-an turned his head towards his direction.
"you, damned nato. do you dare? how do you dare?".
"with what right do you dare?!" korr shouted back at him, his body roaring with disproportionate rage.
The indignation filtered into his torn voice, willing to return the blow, as much as it were possible. The violence of this world seemed excessive, an unnecessary cruelty against a defenseless girl.
The children, expectant, far from seeming surprised, actually found themselves even more frightened, since these actions, according to the teachings of their parents, was more than enough to be permanently removed from the empire after a vote of death penalty.
This nato, as crazy as he was, would lose his life today.
"damn insolent!". The shout of nouwl-an was strident, but korr did not care. He was only determined to end this guy, and when he did, he would find a way to get a spaceship to disappear from this place as soon as possible.
His fists tightened, his eyes sharpened, his hands hardened by the recent adaptation, after the past disagreement of his father, he believed to have the confidence to be able to survive this.
But it was only a mirage of his brain. By the time korr tried to strike again, Nouwl-an was no longer there.
the lash of the wind was the only sign that the instructor indeed, had moved. And with a dull ¡FWOOM!, a shadow enveloped him. The instructor's hand, flat like that of a board, even worse, like that of a steel ingot, struck him right in the chest.
Boom.
Korr felt as if his ribs cracked from that movement. The nutrition mash of the morning was sprayed like a spring all over the floor of the room, while he traveled all the way to the back, until crashing with the hardened alien concrete that barely registered the impact.
Korr never knew what it meant to be hit by a train. He was human, and according to common sense, logically, a human could never survive something like that.
However, if a human were capable of experiencing what it felt like to be impacted by a train, then korr dared to swear that it felt like what he was experiencing.
Korr, besides the nutrition food, felt the air leave his lungs. Unable to be capable of sustaining the inertial flight due to the pain, he fell to the ground, coughing, spitting the rest of the food, the bile and a faint substance that had turned pink. The coppery sensation invaded his taste buds, but his fury imposed itself, forcing himself to bite his lips to stand against the pain.
Motivated by fury, he stood up, his poisonous gaze directed at nouwl-an, who despite his fury and indignation, raised an eyebrow at the tenacity of that nato.
"Interesting". Nouwl-an observed without hurry, while witnessing how despite the boy's legs trembling, he refused to fall.
The world spun for korr, but his objective was clear. Despite the nonexistent oxygen, he forced himself to launch once more, with a battle cry that seemed to shake the children around him.
After advancing until being within the range of the elder, his hands rose to protect his face. His fists closed, and his elbows tried to stay as close as he could to the body. Trying to maintain a primitive defense.
Despite the fact that it would not be enough, he advanced to be dangerously close to the instructor.
Nouwlan, interested, did not even move, waiting to see what this so insolent nato would do. Korr threw a jab, very fast for his age. The instructor deflected it with a lazy movement of his forearm.
But the movements did not stay there. He threw a left that was blocked, and another straight that was also deflected.
Each blow of korr, in a past life, could have overturned a cargo truck, after being sent flying 100 meters. Pulverize a building, or make a hole in the armor of some military convoy. But here, in viltrum, they were nothing more than blows of an infant against the concrete.
Except that nouwl-an, out of simple interest, got overconfident, making a mistake.
Korr feinted a blow to the face, making nouwl-an raise his guard in a lazy way, but in response, the boy crouched, using the impulse of his small body and spun on his axis in order to connect in an all or nothing.
His fist, loaded with all the force he could exert, rose in a hook that impacted directly on the instructor's liver.
Nouwl-an's eyes opened wide upon feeling how the air escaped from his mouth in an uncomfortable whistle. In fact, he managed to hit him. He felt no pain beyond a slight tickle, but he was hit.
The surprise on his face was very clear, then the bewilderment of being surpassed by a half-orbit child in his rebellious attempt of wanting to bring him down.
This was, was too shameful for nouwl-an.
"Enough".
Nouwl-an's voice seemed to have frozen the room. His gaze, fixed and cold, narrowed until looking at the brat who tried to connect another blow again.
Nouwlan moved this time in a terrifying manner.
His hands deployed into knuckles as hard as diamond, while bringing his arms towards the body of the boy, at centimeters from his position, and proceeded to connect blows at only millimeters from the brat.
His hand deflected Korr's weak jab, while his other arm turned the boy's guard, leaving his torso exposed. A vertical punch was the first to contact, to proceed with another four repetitions of the same blow, in an extremely short lapse of time.
Tap. Tap, Tap, Tap.
His blows did not seem to be loaded with power, and his intention was not to kill him, because otherwise, a single slap would have scattered the nato into a pile of viscera.
However, it was precise enough to inflict a lot of pain on the boy. His blows aimed at the sternum, at the fractured rib, at the stomach, the cheek, the stomach, an eye, the stomach, again the sternum, until making the boy bleed from the nose and the mouth.
By the time korr tried to process the pain to which he was being subjected, his whole world had been reduced to a tunnel of blinding lights, accompanied by the sound of his own bones cracking.
It seemed that this time he would indeed die.
Nouwlan did not stop in the slightest. He advanced while striking, pushing Korr backwards. The boy tried to cover himself, but Nouwl-an's arms were like snakes, always finding a hollow point in which to deliver another blow.
He caught Korr's weak counterattack and with a deflection, grabbed the boy's wrist, twisted it, and used it to open his guard completely.
A direct punch was launched to the nato's heart, but at the last moment, it stopped centimeters away.
Despite the fact that the blow never arrived, as soon as nouwl-an released his arm fractured by the grip, Korr felt how his legs stopped responding to him. His back hit the ground, and from that position, he could only look at the ceiling, his breathing made a disaster. He felt like he was drowning, while it escaped from him in bubbles of blood.
He tried to move even a finger, but he could not. Consciousness escaped him like sand between fingers, and his thoughts, blinded by resentment and indignation, were replaced by fear.
Korr feared, but it was not for him. Despite looking like a child, despite the long hope that could await him in this new life, korr was nothing more than a poor old man who had already lived enough for his liking.
Perhaps his appearance in this world could have taken away the opportunity of life from another, and he regretted it.
But he feared for the children. He feared with an apprehension that froze his blood, for the future that awaited that girl with broken breathing, the children who watched, because those children should never have known the edge of an adult's violence.
Korr lost consciousness. Nouwl-an only narrowed his eyes, with interest.
"this child". He thought, evaluating the brat made a mess at his feet. "is a complete insolent".