Shira worked long and hard almost buckling but always getting back up. He heard the snap and yelp behind himrunning from the room he had been working in till he saw. Stopping dead in his tracks lost in a memory of his dad being whipped. His eyes flash with anger as he runs forward snarling his hahnd grabbing the masters wrist tight crushing the bone in side as he snarls viciously warning the master to leave Lil alone. His anger painting his face a ruby red. "I couldn't haTE HER IF i TRIED... i would rasther be whipped then have seen or heard her be done so.... and I am stronger then you give me credit for old man...." he snaps his fangs snarling more like a rabid dog.