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The sun shined bright, highlighting the blood that still didn't dry from the two cruel murders. The clouds seemed to try hide the hideous mess they made, but even then, the rain would only wash the blood. The corpses, would stay as a reminder for whoever thought they could win such a battle.
That made Wemmbu smile, a proud look covered his face, but behind it, was what he couldn’t let out, not right now. He felt everytime Gambit slipped from his hands, everytime his body shook when hitting the law men. When his legs wanted to give up on him. He was desperately trying to hide his uneven breath. The fight was over, yet, Wemmbu wasn't able to calm down, the adreline still in his body.
He wished Eggchan was there right now, he would've most likely already make a joke about how many people they killed. But that was the thing, Egg wasn't there, no, instead it was Flame. His rival or something, he wasn't sure. One day they are at each others necks, the others they are trying to survive whatever Unstable throws at them.
Survive, isn't that what Wemmbu wanted? Didn't Wemmbu want to live a peaceful life? Next to Eggchan, fishing wherever the angel thought was best. Well, if Wemmbu wanted that, he was never getting it. And he's learning that the hard way now.
Before able to continue his inner monologue, a sword, the blade hidden by flames, hits his shoulder. A few words of surprise escape his mouth as he sees Flame go in for another slash. He takes out in the air, just then feeling the sore of his wings and before he can think about pain, he dives down, trying to smash the tiger.
Flame dodges with ease, looking like he hasn't just killed hundreds of players with him.
Wemmbu stayed above, his wings feeling like they'd fall off any second. He saw Flame's smirk, the tiger knew Wemmbu was going to need to land down soon. A shiver ran up the dragon's spine as he felt himself slightly drop, Flame immediatly reacting and running bellow him.
With the last bit of strenght Wemmbu had, he started flying away. He was sure the tiger was mocking him, he couldn't hear any proper words, as his heart felt like it was going to explode. He didn't dare look back, even if he had the feeling Flame stopped running and was casually walking, now waiting for him to fall.
He looked at the sun one more time, before his wings giving up, him falling into a hole. His shoulder making impact with the hard stones. He felt his body tremble, it wanted to let out a sob, but Wemmbu didn't allow it. He moved his gaze above, FlameFrags at the top of the hole, his body not giving a single hint of exhaustion.
Flame remained where he was, until Wemmbu finally let his head fall down, then the tiger said something Wemmbu couldn't make out because of the ringing in his ears and left. Letting whatever was left of Wemmbu, to rot alongside the bodies they executed.
Wemmbu made the final effort to open his communicator and type as best as he could, his last message on the server. Then he closed his eyes and let his body finally forget about the need of surviving