CHAPTER 79: Subjecting the bloodthirsty

　　I wanted to do something, help and tell Ron Zera wasn’t an enemy, but he had shoved me so far behind the only thing I could do was watch and listen. I wanted her to stop running and face him, but I knew she wouldn’t do that even if she heard me. She was terrified of him as she should be, but the more terrified she was, the more he would take advantage of that. 　　Zera stumbled and fell to the floor, groaning loudly and as she turned around, she gasped at seeing Ron. She hurried up to her feet to run again, but Ron surged towards her, pushing her onto the ground and keeping her there. He dug his claws into her shoulder and she cried out in pain. She was human, and she didn’t have the strength or the healing ability to take the pain and heal through it. Ron knew that, but he did not care. He wanted to afflict her; he wanted to hurt me for what I did to him and by hurting her, he did just that. 　　“Please, let me go,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face, but it fell on deaf ears