He had caught the first glimmers of recovery. Seeing the brute pulling on his arms. Raising his head. Glowering back.
Now .. in the blink of an eye .. gone from suffering tortured agony to throwing a flash of anger. The hurt in his muscled body turned into snarl of defiance. Body hurt, badly .. but not broken. Raging will unimpaired. Burning with fiery emotions that blazed in the barbarian’s eyes.
He had watched as the fire of savage fury fought its way through the blur of pain clouding his vision .. and found him. Bursting with a sudden flash of rage. He smirked back into that passion. Such impotent rage!
This brawler brute came with a reputation. Tough as nails. But still it came with some surprise to see the strength of that anger sweep so rapidly through his barbarian hide. Astounding. He didn’t recall anyone previously finding his feet so quickly. Kobo’s weakenings .. Kobo’s punishments .. they out most down in a flash. With this savage they had not damped down those fires. He’d have to try harder.
With surprise .. and maybe a touch of interest .. he saw the savage brute making efforts to haul himself up. Kobo still had him by the hair. But this brutish Conan somehow had found the strength to right himself, he was standing on his own two feet, feet planted firm. He had a liking for the occasional tough brawler .. a man who could pretend to himself he could take anything coming. It made a nice change. Most of Kobo’s victims gave in without much of a fight.
The barbarian had overcome the throttling .. astonishing. He had found in the depths of his fighter’s guts spirit the anger to fuel his body. Amazingly fast. Righting himself .. he shook his head in wonder .. he’d found the savage strength in his legs. After his body had collapsed under Kobo’s fists. One tough brute. Lived up to his reputation. But then .. he really hadn’t expected this Conan to go down easily.
Arrogantly he saw the savage shake his head free of Kobo’s grip. He was fooling himself, of course. Kobo had not even started. Not even warming up. But he’d indulge the savage fool. For the pleasure of the entertainment. It would amuse to see that fight crushed out of his barbarian hide. It would satisfy all-the-more when his big-headed will was crawling in agony on its knees.
Hands still roped out of the way .. arms tied above his head. But his body bristling, alive with animal savagery. His torso pumped up with fury. Doggedly planted on his own two feet. Kobo had hurt him. But his barbarian spirit stood there bawling out defiance. Despite Kobo’s weakening .. whatever body-crushing surprises he had gone through .. his barbarian hide stood there .. legs planted firm underneath him. Defiant. Unbroken. Every fibre in his barbarian hide giving it out. ME? BROKEN? No way!
What a prick!
Kobo had a way with words. He didn’t use them. He let his actions speak for him. The sides of his hands .. on both sides of the barbarian’s torso .. slammed with the edge of each hand .. powered into the side of the barbarian’s arrogant chest. Like each side of this Conan’s ribcage was hit with a war-club .. at the same time. Struck hard. Struck with the solid edges of Kobo’s giant hands. Like simultaneously Conan had taken hits by a pair of battle-axes. Bludgeoned into each side of his chest.
The fool had brought it on himself. Standing on his own two feet .. releasing Kobo from holding him up. Mocking Kobo’s efforts. Arms raised. Vulnerable. Not an invitation Kobo was going to turn down. A pair of war-axes walloped him in his sides. Own stupid fault. He bawled. His body froze. Shock turned him to stone. Then the pain smacked him back off the wall .. releasing him. The barbarian started to collapse.
Never one to miss a chance. The arms still held above his barbarian head .. as the muscular back started to break .. another bone-crunching pair of side-swipes slammed into his chest again. Pain shot the torso back up just as the legs gave way.
He collapsed. Shock broke his strength under him. The muscular barbarian back broke downwards towards the earth. Bawling as he fell. Jerked to a sudden halt by the rope. Head bouncing up and down .. helpless. Kobo did have a way with words.
Kobo had a masterly touch. He always found the right “word’. This barbarian had got above himself. Kobo didn’t like that. Remember: Lesson number two .. Never under-estimate Kobo’s resolve. The barbarian fool thought he could answer back. “That the best you can do?” Kobo tossed his insolence back at him. With one move, perfectly expressed. One attack, four hits .. blows striking crippling into the side of his ribs. The prick went down. His legs collapsed. He bawled. His defiance crushed. Two strikes. One devastating body-breaking hit. The prick went down .. bawling .. without a fight.
Kobo did have a way .. without words ……