you're welcome 2He could only guess that Mr. L had been waiting for him, because he surely couldn’t have made it to the rec room by himself, not with the blood in his eyes and the vertigo that spoke of a concussion.
“I can’t carry you by myself, Chunks, “Mr. L griped as they paused for a breath, “You’re going to have to walk a little by yourself.” He shifted O’Chunks’ arm, trying to take some weight from his shoulders. “Come on, “he coaxed, “the couch is right there.”
O’Chunks groaned, but made a token effort to straighten. Together they tottered forward a few steps before O’Chunks slumped again- just in time to be tipped onto the futon. Panting, Mr. L sat down beside him.
“What did they do to you?” He huffed.
O’Chunks tried to mumble out an answer, but he wasn’t sure if it came out clearly over his pounding headache. The room still spun around him.
Mr. L sighed and then pushed off
you're welcome 1O’Chunks took one look at the man and sighed.
“Sit down at the table, and I’ll go get the first aid kit.” O’Chunks instructed. Mr. L, scowling, sat stiffly in the wooden chair at the card table and glowered at the table top. O’Chunks turned towards the rec room bathroom, shaking his head at the thought he’d have to get water too, for the man’s still smoking clothes.
He had gone off to fight the heroes, O’Chunks remembered, only a short few hours ago. From the state he was in, O’Chunks guessed it hadn’t went too well.
Balancing the first aid kit and a bowl of water and rag in the other, the Irishman carefully made his way back to the table. He set the gathered supplies on the table and turned to Mr. L, looking him over.
“Yeh’ll need an ice pack for that eye. “ he said.
“I’ll get it later,” Mr. L muttered, not looking up.
With a sigh, O’Chunks pulled out a chair, and sat down
To Kill a WarriorOn a lonely battlefield, surrounded by a general and his group of soldiers, two men fought a battle of death.
Each matched the other blow after blow, never faltering or showing strain under the other’s might. As soon as one would gain an advantage, the other would destroy it.
They were evenly matched for one reason; they had grown up training with each other.
O’Chunks dodged a thrust aimed at his side, and parried with a swing at Fionn’s head. The other man deflected it with a grunt.
“Traitor,” O’Chunks hissed between clenched teeth, “Yah sold me out for what? Teh play servant with teh enemy! The same one who destroyed your clan?”
“Oh, brother,” Fionn said as he blocked a powerful swing. “I chose the winning side, that’s all. “
“Yeh won’t win, ya coward!” O’Chunks roared.”Yeh got no chance!“ Fionn was forced to block a second blow, aimed at his neck; a second, from O’
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