Battle w.o Honor or HumanityBattle Without Honor or HumanityBattle w.o Honor or Humanity
There was a thunderous, rhythmic pounding in the walls as Blur and his eight man team strode grimly down the dark, narrow, descending hallway, pale countenances and fierce eyes unwavering. Two by two they moved, Blur’s lanky frame draped in loose fine black silk, charcoal dyed hair hanging over his deep set emerald eyes, was following closely behind the two hulking masses of muscle and short cropped hair that were his captain and first lieutenant Marcus and James. Blur imagined he looked oddly out of place, surrounded by tough, fit looking warrior types with necks thick
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