Promised to the Tyrant
R.C KAPURi will not expect anything from my ungrateful fathermy mate's father wants me
But as I am about to punch, he speaks up
“I was a knight in my time, the knighthood of Yora.“ He says, showing me his wrist that is engraved with a tattoo that I don’t recognize. Two swords are guarding a circular object that has a braided design on its circumference.
“I will not be torn to pieces, like a dog. I will be beheaded like a warrior.“
I put both my hands on his neck, look him in the eyes one last time before I rip his head off his neck, barely giving him a chance to scream.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh“
That scream that I just heard, is so not Taho‘s.
Fuck!