Charlotte was fed up of seeing Briggs slapping the poor Gaul repeatedly. She had a sympathy for him, however he was a nuisance. She thought howhe must be up to something, he has been spotted by many pilots and has always claimed he is Bretonian. Which is good, and bad. Charlotte came away from her thoughts and looked through the invisible glass at the now bleeding Gaul. Briggs had hit the man in the nose, he liked doing that. He liked pissing off Charlotte as well. She took a seat and let the event continue. Luckily, the room was sound proof, Briggs looked like he was having a lot of fun. Shouting, hitting, slapping. What more could please the mentally deranged man?
The Gaul who was bloody and bruised eventually laughed at Briggs. "Is that all you have... Bret..." He said spitting out some blood after another few punches. "Did... I anger you more?" He said before he was knocked out momentarily by the next very hard punch. "Point... taken..." The Gaul said spitting out a tooth. "Don't I have rights?"
Briggs stopped, looking at the gaul confused. He almost began laughing, but choked it back
Rights? After everything your house and your people have done! Your lucky I haven't run your fingers through a blender yet! Hey, if you've had enough of me, I can sure hand you over to the Intel boys we have stationed here. You'll soon be begging to have me back.
He turned, grabbing a towel to wipe the blood from his hands, clearly from the broken nose, and the missing teeth
The Gaul laughed. "Coward... beating a man who cannot fight back..." He said before the pain started to bite into him. "Maybe I have... agh..." He stopped trying to move his hands to his mouth but cannot do so due to his bindings. "Agh... damn... bindings..." It would seem that merely beating him is not going to work. "Hand... in a blender... y...you say?" He managed to chuckle. "I hope you have a tough... blender..."
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