Mated To The Alpha Alien
He retorts, pushing off the snow with his bare feet, the commander throws his lance into the wind, leaping through the air with his feet pointing in my direction.
A brisk breeze dances through the treetops, carrying with it the scent of blood, dread, and vengeance. Branches creak in the wind, the faint grunting from the Knights driven by agony and loss mix together, tainting the planet with sheer evil.
My upper body twists as I see him curl his knees into his chest, tumbling across the snow and into a standing position, catching the soaring lance with one hand. The sound of metal hitting metal as we swing our weapons drifts and echoes through the atmosphere, and when I am close enough to the
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