(Trigger warning: blood and gore)
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Right and wrong
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We were about to head into the city when one of my followers spoke.
Kyle: "Are we... sure that what we're doing is the right thing to do?"
I looked at him, my crowbar resting in my hand. My eyes darted from his feet to his head. He wore a helmet, presumably for protection. There was a knife on his belt, if someone attacked him quick enough no way he would be able to use it. There was a signifigant dent in the side of his helmet, a weak point. I laughed and walked towards him.
"You ask me what is right and what's wrong? Well let me tell you the truth Kyle." I hit the helmet's weak point with my crowbar, knocking him to the grounf where I proceeded to bash his head into a paste, the warm blood spattering against my mask with each hit.
"It doesn't really matter."
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