'What?!'
Literally, Keith sucked in a frigid breath, quite a lot of it burning his lungs with the sudden frostbite, but it never amounted to the astonishment of what bad news delivered in his ears.
By and by, his throat ran dry when he took his time observing him.
Right affront was Johannes, who was in tattered clothing, now shivering akin to a wet bird. The high-quality fabric of his clothes got ruined with different slashes, tears, and even burn marks found in them.
From the gap found his ivory skin rather fresh layer compared to the rest—which he assumed was recovering from recent gashes and wounds, leaving him confused overall.
Such a powerful individual, a renowned yeti at that, reduced to this state he hadn't seen for a long time.
Even Keith had a hard time landing a hit, let alone several blows and an injury. Only a few would outmatch him, Arnold included.
