Chase watched with amusement as Trystan petrified the Bulgarian fool. Without Arnaut being able to squirm about or fire off spells like a bumbling idiot, it
would be much easier to show him what such actions would mean for him. They would demonstrate to Arnaut that reckless and random acts of violence were the mark
of a true imbecile, and they would make him feel like one. Only carefully calculated acts used to achieve specific goals were acceptable, provided they were
well planned and served their purpose, and were not spur-of-the-moment ridiculousness. That was exactly what they were going to do to the Bulgarian; they were
going to teach him something useful, through whatever means necessary.
A smile played on the corners of Chase's lips as Trystan brought his foot down upon Arnaut's face multiple times. The sound was incredibly pleasing to Chase. It was the sound of superiority. How else would Arnaut learn his place? He clearly thought he was important; that he had some sort of significance in the world. And if these boys didn't show him just how wrong he was, he may never learn. He needed to see that Chase, Trystan and Adam could do whatever they pleased to him, and there was nothing that he, being weak and incompetent, could do about it. Chase watched as Trystan moved desks out of their path, enabling them to destroy Arnaut's last shred of self-respect that much easier.
Adam moved before Chase did, and he was pleased to see the venom Adam unleashed upon their unwanted guest. He was sure that the Bulgarian would be blubbering like a toddler had Trystan not petrified him. As much as he wanted to see Arnaut's reaction, he had witnessed the boy's short fuse first-hand, and therefore understood Trystan's desire to deal with him petrified. It was much easier to cause him pain that he would feel for weeks that way. After Adam spat in Chase's face, Chase slowly sauntered over to Arnaut, hands in his pockets casually.
"You moronic fool," he began, smiling sweetly down at their victim. "Do you really think that, even if you were not petrified, you would be able to somehow fight off three superior wizards? I am doubtful you could even defend yourself against one of us."
Chase placed his foot gingerly upon Arnaut's wrist.
"If you still do not believe you are miles below us," he continued. "Then you are more deranged and out of touch with reality than any of us anticipated."
With that, Chase put all of his weight down upon Arnaut's wrist, smiling cruelly at his victim as he did so. For good measure, he lifted his foot in the air and brought it down with all his strength twice more. The torture of Arnaut was slow, but that was the way Chase liked it. Pain to his side, his nose and his wrist, accompanied by Adam's saliva on his face was surely horrid for Arnaut. Combined with the frustration of being unable to move or fire off random spells like he most definitely wanted to, Arnaut's current state was satisfying to Chase.
A smile played on the corners of Chase's lips as Trystan brought his foot down upon Arnaut's face multiple times. The sound was incredibly pleasing to Chase. It was the sound of superiority. How else would Arnaut learn his place? He clearly thought he was important; that he had some sort of significance in the world. And if these boys didn't show him just how wrong he was, he may never learn. He needed to see that Chase, Trystan and Adam could do whatever they pleased to him, and there was nothing that he, being weak and incompetent, could do about it. Chase watched as Trystan moved desks out of their path, enabling them to destroy Arnaut's last shred of self-respect that much easier.
Adam moved before Chase did, and he was pleased to see the venom Adam unleashed upon their unwanted guest. He was sure that the Bulgarian would be blubbering like a toddler had Trystan not petrified him. As much as he wanted to see Arnaut's reaction, he had witnessed the boy's short fuse first-hand, and therefore understood Trystan's desire to deal with him petrified. It was much easier to cause him pain that he would feel for weeks that way. After Adam spat in Chase's face, Chase slowly sauntered over to Arnaut, hands in his pockets casually.
"You moronic fool," he began, smiling sweetly down at their victim. "Do you really think that, even if you were not petrified, you would be able to somehow fight off three superior wizards? I am doubtful you could even defend yourself against one of us."
Chase placed his foot gingerly upon Arnaut's wrist.
"If you still do not believe you are miles below us," he continued. "Then you are more deranged and out of touch with reality than any of us anticipated."
With that, Chase put all of his weight down upon Arnaut's wrist, smiling cruelly at his victim as he did so. For good measure, he lifted his foot in the air and brought it down with all his strength twice more. The torture of Arnaut was slow, but that was the way Chase liked it. Pain to his side, his nose and his wrist, accompanied by Adam's saliva on his face was surely horrid for Arnaut. Combined with the frustration of being unable to move or fire off random spells like he most definitely wanted to, Arnaut's current state was satisfying to Chase.
