Can’t do that it’s either balls to the wall or none at all
Trickster trying to lure peoples in
And there I stood alone in the lifeless street surrounded by a horde of the undead. The flickering glow of the Molotov highlights my torn and ragged attire, raising it to light the broke cigarette hanging from my mouth. A slow inhale as the end glows a vibrant orange, pull my arm back and snapping it forward the home made ordinance races through the skin tumbling in summersalt of fire.
As the bottle erupts across the blood soaked concrete the corpse become engulfed in a wall of orange and yellow. The stench of burning flesh and iron fill theair in plumes of black smoke. No panic or pain come from these things as they wandering about as human torches.
Unfortunately it’s all twisted up in this brain
Mind melting body numbing rush of insanity straight to the frontal lobe
Violence may not be the answer but it is the solution
And with the swing of his ax the momentum of his weight shifts sending the steel at full force through his enemies skull. The eruption of brain and bone fragments disperse into the air shrouded by a mist of red. Blood lust fuels his onslaught driving him further into the battle. The screams of pain and anger compliment the ringing of metal and bashing of shields. “Focus now” he tells himself among the chaos. The quick whistle of a sword cutting the air whisps near his ear
A dance of stamina and skill begins, as a decorated warrior takes his eager turn at our fabled hero. Parries and feints from both as they movecautiously around the blood soaked battlefield. Like a well choreographed ballet the two take turns at the others life.
Not bad just chilling, bored
