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Title: The arena
Characters: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Table: Clouds and shadows
Prompt: fighting
Word Count: 139
Finished: 23.04.2020
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The skinhead let his eyes wander from Smith to Kurdy, smirking wide. „It's up to you to choose,“ he said,“ one of you will go into the arena tonight, the other one is free to go wherever he wants to.“
Without hesitating, Kurdy struggled back onto his feet, ignoring the piercing pain in his chest. Probably one or two ribs were broken; every try to breathe in deeply made him cringe. But of course, there was no way that he would let it happen, that Smith ended in the arena. The little guy was without any chance against the big, strong fighters of the skinheads.
„I choose the arena,“ Smith said before Kurdy found the strength to utter out some words.
Characters: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Table: Clouds and shadows
Prompt: fighting
Word Count: 139
Finished: 23.04.2020
:::
The skinhead let his eyes wander from Smith to Kurdy, smirking wide. „It's up to you to choose,“ he said,“ one of you will go into the arena tonight, the other one is free to go wherever he wants to.“
Without hesitating, Kurdy struggled back onto his feet, ignoring the piercing pain in his chest. Probably one or two ribs were broken; every try to breathe in deeply made him cringe. But of course, there was no way that he would let it happen, that Smith ended in the arena. The little guy was without any chance against the big, strong fighters of the skinheads.
„I choose the arena,“ Smith said before Kurdy found the strength to utter out some words.