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“Get. Up.” Dio’s breath was heavy and shaky as he stood over Hol Horse’s body, which lay limp on the floor. “Get up Hol Horse. This is no longer funny. I’m giving you an order; Get. Up.” nothing. He snarled and wiped his mouth, staring at his hand and spitting off to the side. There was no way he’d done that much damage; he hadn’t even been trying. He reached for a rag that hung off of a table nearby and finished cleaning his hand and face, looking down at the motionless body on the floor with distaste. “How pathetic. You attack me, and now you inconvenience me. I knew you were a coward, Hol Horse, but I thought at the very least, you could take a bit of punishment. When you wake up, you will know my wrath.” He turned and moved to sit back in his chair, avoiding the body and the slowly expanding puddle beneath it. He decided to immerse himself in a book until this stupid charade was over, but the distraction wasn’t exactly working, his attempt to focus of the reading rather than what was actively bothering him only made him more tense. He continued reading, trying various books for an hour or so until he could no longer ignore the roiling anger in his stomach. He stood and walked towards Hol Horse, and when he reached him, kicked very hard, sending him flying back against the wall with a resounding crack as something broke. “Ice! Get in here! Now!” His breathing was erratic again, his eyes wild as Vanilla Ice stepped in, making a noise of disgust. “My Lord Dio, what has happened here..?” His eyes fell to the wall next to him and he covered his mouth. He took a minute to compose himself before asking in a measured tone, “L-Lord Dio, shall I, erm… would you like me to dispose of-“ He was cut off by an icy hand on his throat, and bright, angry eyes looking down at him. “Dispose? There’s nothing to dispose of. Mister Hol Horse is just artfully dodging his penance for attacking me.” He stepped away, composing himself, looking back towards Ice with an intense gaze. “I want you to take him up to his room. Put him to bed; he will face his retribution in the morning.” The other man looked back and forth between the body and the looming figure standing over him and slowly nodded, gingerly grabbing Hol Horse and throwing him over his shoulder, carrying him away and stifling a gag.