Unsheathed Paragon

His back was mantled with a grandiose posture, he stood there collected as he deflected the sniper bullet with the aid of a modernised katana,┬áting!┬áThe high pitched deflection was diminutive in the cacophony of the war. He slammed me down, and took cover beside of me, “why did you not take cover?” he spoke harshly,Continue reading “Unsheathed Paragon”