Raindrops pitter-pattered against their faces, and everyone could discern that the gentleman was in a foul mood, like a lion in a rage, accustomed to venting through the most violent means. Yet his fists were as fierce and ruthless as steel, landing on flesh with the muffled sound of bones being crushed.
Fifteen against one, they dared neither to half-heartedly fight back nor to truly strike the gentleman with severity.
If they showed any laxness in their punches and kicks, they wouldn't allow the gentleman to truly vent his anger; and if they did strike the gentleman with full force, they might as well wish for death!
Time and time again they were thrown by the gentleman onto the muddy ground, and time and time again they got back up, continuing to serve as human punching bags.
