Mark pulled on Elena's arm with deep aggression.
He leaned in close to scream straight into her face.
Elena did not hesitate for even a single short second.
She yanked her arm free from his tight grip quickly.
She pulled her right fist back with sharp precision.
She hit Mark hard right on his sharp chin bone.
The impact landed with a heavy loud thud in the room.
Mark stumbled back against the grand dining room table.
Elena threw a second quick punch straight into his cheek.
Mark lost his balance completely and fell straight backward.
He crashed heavily into a large carved wooden chair.
The old chair splintered and broke under his heavy weight.
Mark lay flat on the floor among the broken pieces.
He moaned softly as he squeezed his tight eyes shut.
The rest of the family gasped in total disbelief.
Nobody had ever seen Elena fight back like this before.
She stood tall in her vibrant emerald green dress.
Her breathing was heavy but her posture stayed firm.
Victoria sat frozen in her seat dripping with orange soup.
Pieces of boiled vegetables clung to her gray hair lines.
She tried to speak but only made faint sputtering sounds.
Grandma Evelyn stepped forward slowly from the dark hallway corner.
She was the oldest living member of the rich family line.
She carried a large tray filled with leftover meat bones.
Evelyn had watched the whole terrible scene play out quietly.
She looked down at Victoria with utter disappointment and shame.
Victoria raised her hands up to shield her face uselessly.
Evelyn did not hesitate for even a moment.
She tipped the tray directly over Victoria's covered head.
Now everyone sees what a troll you are, Evelyn said.
The dry bones clattered off Victoria's head and shoulders.
They landed around her feet in a chaotic messy pile.