Before they could even think about it, Nit was violently smacked to the ground, twirling slightly from the sheer force of the punch and falling flat on their stomach with a loud boom. The one crack on their face had gotten three more companions, their face now looking like it was hit with a rock. Technically speaking, the punch was rock hard. Regardless, Nit was able to rise back up after that, albeit they took a little bit due to their physique not allowing them to do so more easily.<br/><br/>When Nit arose, they looked at Coup directly into the eye, leering right back when she did, only with a little more hatred in their peeper. Their pupil became a vertical slit, expressing their diminished sophistication. They lightly flicked their head when Coup said "the word", raising their shoulders and snarling rather loudly. That whole comment in general was enough to make Nit break.<br/><br/>They held their head, looking left and right as the gears in their head turned opposite directions. They began moaning out incoherent lines that vaguely sounded like "My dads don't..." along with mumbled gibberish. It was almost as though they became mentally challenged for a short period of time thanks to the brutality of the punch.<br/><br/>With much reluctance, Marcial hobbled over to Nit, gently grasping their shoulders so as to not startle them. The clock moaned significantly louder, knocking the poor soul away and turning to face him.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-style: italic">Matías</span></span>," the advisor calmly uttered. "<span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-style: italic">Matías, relax... Please... Just relax..</span>.</span>" He held his hand out and slowly backed away as Nit approached them at the same speed, their intentions anything but meek. Desperately, Marcial began to calmly hush the creature like one would an infant, his "shhs" like ocean waves stroking the sand. Nit could only reply with insignificant growls and grumbles, most incoherent.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Please, Mx... They're all beginning to detest you</span>."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Rrrrr...</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Didn't you love Axe? What's gotten into you?"</span><br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Stupid rrrghh nrrrrrh... vilify rrrrh innocuous... grrr.</span>.."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Shh, shh... Think about what your fathers would say...</span>"<br/><br/>"..<span style="font-family: courier;">. Rrr dads don't... Rrrgh... hate... me.</span>..!" Nit began scraping the ground with their sneaker, growling and moaning and swaying. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Don't make... them... Rrraaaagh...!</span>" Nit suddenly fell right on their hands and knees, their teeth chattering from anxiety. They stared at nothing, their emotions pressing against their shoulders. Marcial went up to the clock, hushing them and stroking their back. Despite Nit's violent altercation, Marcial still managed to remain civil with them. It was a bewildering scene.