K'ile Tia did not permit K'yohko to speak. Not on purpose. At the very first insult, K'ile committed to silencing the man. Never in his life had he sought to harm another member of the tribe; it was not something he would ever do. But, in his mind, K'yohko was no longer a member of the tribe. No member of Thalen's tribe thought or spoke this way. To him, K'yohko had exiled himself.
He did not feel his arms, and could not sense his breath. When he hit K'yohko, he could almost feel the blood-vessels burst in the man's eye. And with another hit, he could feel the man's teeth giving way under the pressure of his fist. He felt the man's nose crack, made his skull clatter about at the end of his spine, and yet the senseless Nunh spoke on.
"Kin-killer!" The man accused, and K'ile broke the man further. "Murderer!" The Nunh shouted, and K'ile lay cracks into his skull. "You murdered them! You let them die!" K'ile took hold of the man by the hair on the back of his head, and held him. And still the man frothed, as though all sense of sanity had fled him. If it had, K'ile might show pity, but no.
"If Thalen and your daughters are the only thing that ever matter, go join them in death!"
Finally, K'ile tore the man down by his head and lay a hard fist against he throat. There was an audible crack when his fist hit, and it was satisfying. If he died, so be it. In the least he would be silent. K'ile threw the man backwards, at the corpse of Yohko's own mother. The Tia shouted, "Every word you say is a lie! If the Nunh can only deal with death by abusing the women of the tribe, then he isn't worthy to stand as beast, much less a man! I would challenge you for the right of Nunh, but you... No, you don't deserve a challenge." He pointed at the man, "Stay there. Do not stand, or you will be dead before you have both feet beneath you!"
He did not feel his arms, and could not sense his breath. When he hit K'yohko, he could almost feel the blood-vessels burst in the man's eye. And with another hit, he could feel the man's teeth giving way under the pressure of his fist. He felt the man's nose crack, made his skull clatter about at the end of his spine, and yet the senseless Nunh spoke on.
"Kin-killer!" The man accused, and K'ile broke the man further. "Murderer!" The Nunh shouted, and K'ile lay cracks into his skull. "You murdered them! You let them die!" K'ile took hold of the man by the hair on the back of his head, and held him. And still the man frothed, as though all sense of sanity had fled him. If it had, K'ile might show pity, but no.
"If Thalen and your daughters are the only thing that ever matter, go join them in death!"
Finally, K'ile tore the man down by his head and lay a hard fist against he throat. There was an audible crack when his fist hit, and it was satisfying. If he died, so be it. In the least he would be silent. K'ile threw the man backwards, at the corpse of Yohko's own mother. The Tia shouted, "Every word you say is a lie! If the Nunh can only deal with death by abusing the women of the tribe, then he isn't worthy to stand as beast, much less a man! I would challenge you for the right of Nunh, but you... No, you don't deserve a challenge." He pointed at the man, "Stay there. Do not stand, or you will be dead before you have both feet beneath you!"
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