It was over.
Fowler stood, gasping for breath.
The green sword throbbing with his heart beat.
Unstained by the blood.
Pulsing. Alive. Seeking more.
He felt used.
The sword had wielded him, not the other way around.
It had saved his life, his command.
The Cursed By God and all that was Holy savage Goo Goo would learn to fear this blade or they would all die by it!
I-Troop would take a new name from this.
Grass Cutters.
Nobody would mock or laugh at this moniker.
Not twice any way.
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