Smack!
Senraki was sure he was dead, but he shut his eyes, and suddenly the hands holding him tight loosened, and he fell to the ground. His heart was still beating, and he wondered whether they were its last beats before it stopped completely and he was gone.
"A clan ganging up on its own. Despicable," a voice reached Senraki's ears, and he opened his eyes slightly. Salka was standing in front of him to the side, and all seven boys were sprawled in different places in the arena. Senraki's head swam, but he held on. He was not going to let himself faint.
Sikuwa spat a mouthful of blood and stood to his feet." So the smack was a punch landing on Sikuwa's jaw. The jaw looked broken, and Sikuwa held onto it as he talked to Salka.
"Were you planning to use a secret art of your clan on your own blood?" Salka asked again, and Sikuwa hissed before snapping his jaw back to place.
