The Rheinlander listened quietly as the officer said his words. He grew impatient, however. From the beginning he knew that the Russian would have something planned to test his will. Something that would not only prove to the Coalition he was ready, but also to himself. That he got what was needed.
When the prisioner entered the room, his eyes widened. Turning himself to the door and following the body to the ground, Otto had but the moment to explain to himself what he had to do. The expression on the Corsairs face was the one of a rabid dog - his lips wore dry blood, his jaw didn't fit anymore. He had bruises all over. Holzman remembered, however, that that was how any civilian would be treated in the hands of such groups: beaten to death or worse. Slavery, Cardamine addiction, Organ traffic... That was how they treated anyone who crossed them, and the "law" never managed to cure that impulse. Why?
"Beliefs." He whispered to himself.
As the command was given the Corsair flung at him with the strength of a desperate man on the death corridor. Without the iniative, Otto was hit once or twice on his face, for the Corsair wasn't desperate enough to try hitting him on the belly. His hat flew off to one of the sides of the room, showing the large head still had hair all over it.
Five seconds.
Otto was clearly struggling to get a hold of him, but the speed of the Corsair man was too great. He had blood all over his face by this time, probably a broken nose as well. The starving man kept going and going and going, forcing him to step backwards with each punch... until he hit the chairs.
Ten seconds.
By this time the largest of the pair had already given up trying to block every punch and he was just taking them - in the sturdiest way he could manage. As he felt the chairs pushing against his butt, he saw a chance. Struggling against his own blood on his face and nose he closed his eyes and headbutted the pirate so hard he fell to the ground again.
Fifteen seconds.
Otto grasped the chair with his fat fingers with enough strength to feel his bones cracking. Not even seeing straight anymore he swang the chair on the Corsair direction, secretly only trying to find his target. He was lucky at first: The chair hit him right on the gut. On the second time, however, he had already rolled to the side.
Twenty seconds.
The Corsair saw the last chance open up and he took it: He jumped again, this time right on Otto's face, almost bitting one of his eyes off. And then Otto lost it. Throughout the ship a single yell was heard, something between the roar of a bear and a man's voice muffled by hair. On that room, however, the actions were different. Otto now held the pirate with his two hands, away from his own body - save from a part of cheek now hanging on the opponents mouth.
Twenty five seconds.
With the strength he knew he could muster, the Rheinlander threw the Corsair against the closest wall, and watched. Watched as he raised from the ground thinking of home. He remembered the Constance Falls on Baden Baden. The Ludvwig Plains on New Berlin. The Sunset near his home on Hamburg.
What happened next can only be described as a truck hitting a wall.
*Crack!*
Head-to-head, Holzman collided with the Corsair, and the wall behind him. Remainings of the man's brains now seeming to reside there.
Thirty seconds.
Aside from the sound of deep breaths, the room was now silent. Holzman turned his eyes slowly, scanning the room, looking for the officer in charge. The guards near the door, the body laying on his feet, the chair, and, finally, Rassid.
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