The Self....

War UnlimitedWar Unlimited By Michael Alexander The night is calm and silent, the cold breeze announces the rain that comes near. There is no movement in the town, with his exception, on the terrace of a building. The warrior executes gracious feline movements, alternating of a position of combat for another one, of defence for attack and attack for defence, coordinated and rhythmic like a dance. He stops. The sweat drips of his long hair caught in two tails adorned with silver-plated rings, down the neck to the stripped chest and back where it shows several scars that indicate combat injuries for he had already partiWar Unlimited
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Come to the dark side........we have cookies !!!
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Come to the dark side........we have cookies !!!
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Come to the dark side........we have cookies !!!
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