09
May
18

Fight

Dying request

 

It wouldn’t be much of a fight.  These weaklings could hardly stand.  Worked into weakness.  Tortured out of their skin.  Staggering on their feet.  Could barely throw a punch.
But it would be a laugh.  Together with their mates laughing at the fools.  Buddies, as one.  A break.

With nightfall, the serious work began  ……

 

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