The challenge word this week is Rough. Let's kill some monsters!
The earth was rough against his palms but it grounded him, holding him to his humanity. He used the bite of the course grit against his bloodied skin, allowing it to pull him back to reality.
He mustered his strength, raising his head cautiously, the movement causing him to sway as he sat back on his heels. His pale eyes sought those of his equally exhausted brother, where he lay on his side in the dirt.
"You okay?" His voice was hoarse from shouting over the bone-jarring screams the creature had made as it died.
"I'm fine."
He smiled.
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