As he stood there staring off into the distance he could just make out a lonely figure looking no bigger than an ant. He knew it was her. Clearly, she just didn’t know who she was dealing with. He was known for the fury of his temper, his ability to sustain any amount of injury and there she stood waiting for him, calmly.
He closed the gap and delivered his final eulogy. ““You worry me, Catherine. You seem to think you’re quite invincible.”
He lifted the iron bar, then she lifted up the gun and he knew she had won.
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