This poor but not-so-innocuous clock, the look on their face when they were told this was only the beginning was pure fear at its finest. Nit tried to kick this punisher away, not wanting anymore of these attacks inflicted on them clearly, but it was no use. They could feel their blood run cold as Coup clasped their thick ankles, their eye widening in horror.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Oh, come on</span>," Nit moaned, yelping at first from being spread across the grass. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Leave... me the hell... alone! Look, I really... don't -</span>!"<br/><br/>When Coup began defiling their leg anatomy, the clock let out a loud, metallic shriek that could not be replicated by any other creature on Earth. It was the kind of shrilly scream that one would expect from a fat, carnivorous beast given their knowledge of movies that incorporate them- an ear-piercing, wince-inducing, nails-on-chalkboardesque screech mixed with a bellowing lion's roar and gurgling saliva from the creature's slimy maw. Tears forming in their eye, Nit's otherworldly cry intensified as Coup twisted their lower limbs further. They began ripping grass blades off the ground where they laid and digging their fingers into the earth's wounds as a means to try and numb the pain. Saliva splattered on their hoodie, shoved by the powerful soundwaves of their screams.<br/><br/>Marcial watched on as Coup tortured their lord, not having the physical power to actually go over and stop her. Unlike the apparent nonchalance of the others, his shock stood out from the rest. Yes, Nit should be disciplined for their actions Marcial believed, but not like<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>. As he thought about it, he realized that, maybe, if one were to attack someone, they would make them angry. If that person was already angry from the start, then they would become more angry. This was common sense. Now, apply this to Nit in particular, and...<br/><br/>Oh no.<br/><br/>The advisor, with all the energy that he could muster, weakly cried out for Coup to cease, to maybe leave this for another day. He went on to say something about this being a terrible idea, but before he could delve into why, he gagged up a pebble of blood that splattered on the ground below. It pained him to speak at the moment. One could say that he was able to get his message across, though.