He tries to shake the sting of concrete against skin as she brings them crashing down onto the asphalt. He struggles against her grip, but he's all wiry muscle and bone, self-taught and untrained. He's excelled through guerilla tactics and the element of surprise alone, striking hard and fast before anyone can counter his efforts.
"You're one of them," he rasps, and that's where he leaves his justification. That's all he needs to say. That should be reason enough to know she deserves nothing more than death, pure and swift.
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"You're one of them," he rasps, and that's where he leaves his justification. That's all he needs to say. That should be reason enough to know she deserves nothing more than death, pure and swift.