The feeling of bones crushing beneath your feet as your enemy cries out for their mother, going back to their childhood, regretting their choices, spitting blood. The hopelessness in their weak voice increasing as their volume drops, losing more and more blood. The rush of victory coursing through your veins, your brothers in the battlefield giving you enough courage to step down harder and harder, to silence the heathen who dared to challenge you, knowing he couldn't beat you..... The warmth of blood seeping in your shoes, the battlefield silent now, you sit there. Thinking maybe.... you are the real monster...

HAMDİMİZ...

millio adam

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