The scarred man's hand balled up into a fist, as he raised it, he planned to hit Marin with all of his manly might, hopping to disfigure her annoying face, but just when he was about to bring it down, Marin swiftly pulled her leg back... then drove it forward, kicking him straight between the legs with every ounce of feminine power she had could muster, almost crushing his testicles.
"AAAAGGGHHHH!!!" A scream full of sheer agony was let out from his throat, his voice hoarse and cracked.
Instinctually, both of his hands clutched his wounded pride as the true extent of the pain was recognized by his brain. A light sense of nausea washed over him, but his consciousness remained.
His knees finally buckled, meeting the ground, the worm soil that the ground was covered in stuck to his armour's kneecaps, the tall grass that once stood pridefully was now fragile and dry, turned into hay.
A sharp, soul-crushing agony detonated in his lower body like a divine punishment from the heavens itself. His breath hitched.
He lost his balance, even on both of his knees and collapsed, rolling violently across the ground in sheer agony while clutching his wounded area, the worm soil came in contact with his skin, which had bruises and burns all over it, his agony grew even more as the sharp hay poked his skin, the pain grew continuously, he shook violently, making it seem as if he was suffering from a seizure.
"AAAGGHHH!!!" Once again, a horrified scream escaped his lips followed by a groan.
Minutes passed — agonizing, endless minutes — before he finally forced out a strangled, rage-filled shout, "BITCH!!! FUCK YOU!!!"
Marin raised an eyebrow, a dangerous smirk drawn all over her face, "what did you just say? Hmmm?" she asked, tilting her head slightly "Go on, say that again." The smirk on her face widened. She was enjoying every moment of this, seeing him suffer in immense pain. She casually shifted her weight onto one of her feet, swinging the other slightly, her skinny arms resting on her hips.
The scarred man finally stopped rolling on the ground, dead soil clung to his clothing, his face turned even paler than it was before, and he gulped, "No thanks," he muttered while still holding his... wounded area.
"Hmmm? Not going to apologize, you jerk!" Marin's smirk turned downright devious.
Yet once again, the scarred man gulped. 'women are dangerous' he thought grimly. Indeed... they are. "I apologize," the scarred man apologized with a frightened look on his face, "please accept it."
"I guess I will," Marin spoke with pride, as if she won the argument, in truth, she had resorted to violence, instantly making her lose the argument, but the scarred man did not state it, as he did not want another wound to his manly pride.
The scarred man separated one of his hands from his... wounded area, bringing it to the ground, he pressed it against it for support. With a groan, he pushed himself up, standing on shaky legs. One hand still clutched his injured manhood... it was indeed painful.
He brushed off some dead soil that was stuck to his clothing, the hay strangled in the gaps of his light armour, the soil slid off from the polished surface of the silver and shiny armour with ease but left marks on his clothing, which was made out of a navy-blue coloured cloth.
Marin stood in front of him, her hands folded under her flat chest, almost looking board. Then, without a warning, she raised her hand, pointing at the hole in the fog, the gap was already closing, slowly restoring itself to its former glory, attempting to shroud everything in fog yet once again.
"There," she spoke, her voice and expression as serious as they could be.
The scarred man blinked "What?" He asked out of confusion.
Marin did not bother to turn around and face him, her gaze set onto the distant waterfall, admiring its gigantic size. "Yes, there"
"What!?" The scarred man asked again.
Marin turned her head slightly, just enough to bring the scarred man into her vision.
"Dumbass!" she said in a dull tone, though there was a hint of fluster in her voice. "I am saying that we are going to go there,"
The scarred man stared at her with a deadpan expression, soon, the realisation hit him.
"BITCH, WHAT!?"