The wall was a solid one, but the pressured blow from Mordecai was enough to leave an indent. Alain was sure the man hadn't taken his comment about being able to speak very well. He looked back upon it with a sense of regret: regret that it would enrage the man further. Alain quickly learned that there wasn't time to ponder the past, as this was a fast paced battle. Mordecai again lunged towards Alain. This charge was a lower one, as Mordecai directed his broad right shoulder towards Alain's chest in a charging action.

Alain quickly sidestepped, subconsciously giving himself a pat on the back that he had avoided the attack. This was a short lived feeling though, as Mordecai heaved his elbow up to connect with Alain's stomach. Alain winced, which gave Mordecai some internal satisfaction although Alain's amour had taken the blow. Mordecai didn't let this small victory consume him. Straight away Mordecai wrapped his muscular arm around Alain's chin and throat, applying pressure in a headlock. Mordecai's bicep distorted Alain's spangerhelm against his cheek as well wiping much dirt across what was once a relatively clean face, at least compared to Mordecai's.

Alain knew that he needed to quickly escape the hold, and thus, he did. With a flick of his boot he quickly delivered a blow to Mordecai's abdomen. Mordecai released the hold but seemed otherwise unaffected. Mordecai quickly lunged again, yet this time Alain was prepared. Without hesitation he delivered a precise punch directly into Mordecai's face, connecting with his cheek and nose. Alain was simply angry about this mans persistence to cause harm to someone who had done nothing to him.

The punch did little more than delay Mordecai a few seconds, but that was enough for Alain to get a clear look at his assailant. The man looked as if he'd lived a tormented life. His eyes were filled with nothing but hatred, his heart filled with nothing but a desire to watch others suffer and his head filled with nothing more than neurons that could carry out these desires. Truth, reason, sanity, love were just a few of the things that had long departed from Mordecai, if they were ever there. Truly the battles this man had endured had changed him. Even tormented him. Demented him. Mordecai wore a sick smile and was even drooling out his mouth with a desire to harm. Alain stared into him, but there was no human left. Alain didn't know whether to be scared or to be sorry for what had happened to this man.

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