CHAPTER -13
FIRE AND BLOOD
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The leader of the Dalton Band, the younger Dalton Brother had squarish features that were complemented by his tied-up long hair behind his back. With a messy beard that covered his jawline making it impossible to see his thick neck. He carried a single-edged sword with an arm that was covered in old scars and freshly drawn blood.
The blade of the sword so huge that only someone with a defined built like him should have been able to swing it freely.
He looked around with dissatisfied looks and grumbled to himself. "It's too soon for this. We weren't prepared… even if we knew this was going to happen. If only brother was here."
He again looked at the bodies of his comrades but it did not move him for a second. Corpses that were now just shredded and blasted flesh and bones. They were of now no use to him in that grotesque form or so he thought.
