Marvel
I hid in the brush.
A sick feeling,
spreading through my limbs.
The girl stood there shaking
While I took my chance.
My spear pierced her chest
And an arrow pierced mine.

Marvel
I hid in the brush.
A sick feeling,
spreading through my limbs.
The girl stood there shaking
While I took my chance.
My spear pierced her chest
And an arrow pierced mine.
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