Sebas - Manhandles a Man

The man thought for a moment. But—

There came a noise like a creak.

Sebas’s grip strengthened, and the man suddenly found it more difficult to breathe.

“Gugh!” He let out a strange scream.

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“I’m not very fond of lies.”

“Kgh-eegh!” The man let out another bizarre shriek, his face reddening with every increasing application of force from Sebas’s hand.

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“Sto— Gah!” Now struggling to breathe, the pinned man began fearing for his life and flailed about wildly without thinking.

Sebas intercepted the fists coming at his face without trouble. The man’s kicks connected with his body and dirtied his clothes, but the older man didn’t budge.

Of course he didn’t.

Something so insignificant as a human’s feet wouldn’t affect a giant lump of steel. Sebas continued speaking, unfazed as if the kicks from the thick legs didn’t cause him any pain.

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Now, with no witnesses present, it was a simple matter. He could physically force his captive to talk. He could leave a corpse here by simply snapping the man’s neck.

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Volume 5, Chapter 3.1