How Low Have You 've Fallen?

He started to catch up to me, and eventually picked me up again. “Let me go you d*ck.” “Can you stop screaming for two minutes and let me explain.” “You need water and food before you go on a long journey.” You don’t get it do you huh. I started to tear up realizing that if I try and attack him again, I was not going to get anywhere. His forehead was getting redder and redder each time I looked at him. “My nephew is all alone with my friends and they have no way to defend themselves at our camp. I need to be back there. I can not leave

A pinch crept down the back of his neck and he rolled his shoulders. “I’m sure the bounty ought to help.”

"Go away Smokestorm, I'm not going to cross your border." I said weakly, my eyes and voice dull.

“You sound like you were expecting to have me killed,” Chandler the Fair muttered in a sarcastic tone.

"Okay, I guess," she muttered, trying her best to ignore his gaze. She felt his clammy hand being

I scowl and then relax. He wants me angry. He wants me to be unable to think clearly. It’s easier for him that way. I force my body to relax. “Are you going to keep moving that stupid mouth of yours or are you going to kill me?” I grumble, licking the blood off my lips. “I did kill your brother after

“Ouch!— you’re a mean one, why do I inspired you so much contempt? Have I disrespect you?” He asked as he kept his cold stare.

You took off at him, your sword nearly slicing his side had he not have moved. Prompto quickly jumped out the way and

“Well too freaking bad eleven” Cato laughed as he grabbed a dagger from his belt and thrust it into my side. He was a decent fighter, I’d give him that.

“I tole you I wasna gonna put up wit dis,” he said, poking his finger at my chest although he was still two feet from me. “Dis last time. Something be done now.”

This time, he was the one perplexed. He narrowed his eyes, “Aren’t you mad at me? Maybe want to hit me? Because, at this point, I’ll let you take a free shot at it. I probably deserve it.”

He kneeled down next to me, gently gripping my head and tilting it, letting out a sigh. "Scott, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, the bandage is soaked. Like the blood is dripping on my fingers."

His right arm that hung down by his side reached up and across his chest to grip around his left upper arm. It was so dark, but I could just make out that movement as he seemed to be in some kind of pain. “Too much. Way too much.”

A shiver ran down my spine as I straightened, portraying false confidence. "I won't let you get away with the this. Not again." I whispered.

“I can’t entirely blame you, Damien, he is a pretty one,” he grabs onto my hair yanking it. Damien bursts forward hitting a hard blow directly to his temple, he keeps hitting until two thugs pull him off kicking and yelling, everyone is screaming at this point, fists start flying and I might have bitten a guy at some point.