He didn't rest until he saw his enemy dead, quite dead, and used his enemy skin as a welcome rug, where he could clean the mud of his shoes with his enemy face.
The end.
He didn't rest until he saw his enemy dead, quite dead, and used his enemy skin as a welcome rug, where he could clean the mud of his shoes with his enemy face.
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