Bad to worse

People see this guy chucking people and start to try to pin the guy. One thing I’ve learn about going up against weirdos like this is you never get in a raw strength struggle. You lose every single time. By this time I’m standing next to my bar stool looking for a way to leave without the side affect of pain. The guy then decided to speed things up by just tackling me. I close my eyes and brace for getting my head punched through, but I, instead, feel his face next to mine. “She comes with charred angel wings,” He whispers in my ear. I’m not sure if I actually heard him as much as he spoke directly to my mind, but when I opened my eyes, he was gone. I made my way outside to see if I could follow him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then I saw it.

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