Oh--shell. Shell. Not this again. Of all the things. Buffaloes.
He knew he would have to run. He wouldn't be able to kill this one. It would be like Harley's death, too long, too drawn out. But, he did do one last thing before he began to run in a different direction.
He threw a knife at Signless, and prayed it would hit its mark.
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He knew he would have to run. He wouldn't be able to kill this one. It would be like Harley's death, too long, too drawn out. But, he did do one last thing before he began to run in a different direction.
He threw a knife at Signless, and prayed it would hit its mark.