His words were cut short by a punch to the face, sending a spray of blood splattering.

Isaac was teetering on the brink of insanity, more unhinged than he had ever been.

Grabbing Jaylen, who lay battered on the floor, he landed another punch.

Jaylen hit the floor once more, his face numb with excruciating pain.

The only sensation that he could perceive was the intensified metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He spat, ejecting something hard.