Although he did not cry out, Habrunt's head jerked as the whip left a
red gash across his head and he fell cowering across the stone steps
with his forearms across his face, fearful of being blinded if he
should be struck another blow like that one again.
"Aye!" triumphed Master Rababull. "The most memorable sound in the
world, is the sound of the lightning bolt to be found at the end--"
CRACK!! "--of a whip!!" Master Rababull grunted, gasping from his
exertion with the bull whip.
Blood welled from a slash where the whip had struck again, this time
across Habrunt's back. The skin gaped in a long thin gash, with the
matching white lines on both sides of a thin exposed fat layer just
under the skin, and a shallow division into the deeper red of Habrunt's
underlying back muscle.