Wood chips flew through the tavern, which was littered with glass shards and spilled liquor. The chandelier from the ceiling had crashed onto the floor.
"Eich, get a grip!"
The white-haired youth threw Eich over his shoulder and slammed him onto the floor. He immediately straddled Eich, then brought down his right fist, clad in a metal gauntlet, hammering away like he was pounding garlic.
"Eich, calm down. Calm down, calm down..."
Bang, bang, bang...
The white-haired youth kept muttering for Eich to calm down, but his hands did not slow in the slightest. His fists pounded into Eich's face, each blow landing with a meaty thud.
Eich no longer had the strength to fight back. Goya had quietly released a canister of "mixed inert gas."
Originally, Eich and the white-haired youth had been evenly matched. Now that Eich had been weakened, he could only be pinned to the floor and beaten.
"White Hair, Eich's calmed down. Stop!"
"He hasn't."
The white-haired youth continued punching as he spoke.
"He's not even moving!"
Nainai finally lost patience. She kicked the white-haired youth hard in the upper arm, sending him flying off Eich. She was afraid he would beat Eich to death.
The white-haired youth sat beside the toppled bar. He pulled a bottle of liquor from the broken glass nearby, bit off the cork, and gulped down several mouthfuls.
"Eich, Eich, are you all right?"
Nainai lifted Eich's upper body and rested him across her kneeling legs. Eich had no time to enjoy such a blessing. Blood flowed from his nose and mouth, and even his ears were bleeding.
Nainai placed one hand against Eich's chest. With a pop, the blood around his nose and mouth flowed back in. This was Nainai's regression ability; she was rewinding Eich's injuries.
Nainai did