My shoulder is on fire and there is nothing more I would like to do than to rip this thing out. But I would do way more damage than good if I do that. The arrowhead will rip my flesh to shreds if I pull it out. There is only one option. Break off the tail and fight through it.
I feel no remorse as I break Wesley’s neck. He was begging for it. I set my sights on this Felix bastard that is responsible for this unbearable pain in my shoulder. I'm going to stick an arrow up his ass so that he can feel what I'm experiencing.
In horror, I watch as he aims at my mother. With a desperate cry, I rush to her side, pushing myself harder than ever before. I catch the arrow and dart towards him. This f*cker has pushed me to the edge. Shooting me is one thing, but my mother? Hell, no.
Adrenaline rush
