Lion
Surrender Lane, 3 pm
Envisioning a sword cut through the belly of your most wanted sister would make any soul c***k open in fury. Rage. Wrath.Depression. It was immediately cracking open every single cell of Xeron who had held those hands of hers after she slipped it into his, her knees staggering for support, and her eyes dwindling backward.
Xeron screeched and held her falling body just as he smashed those eyes with his fist, throwing him to the wall beside where his two friends were almost dead.
Unanimous hadn't moved an inch, his eyes wide open in witnessing Xeron grabbing his sword from the scabbard which hu
