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We were standing on a pile of bodies. At least twenty, thirty men were scattered around us. Throats cut, limbs torn off, too much blood wasted. It was a m******e.
Did the six of them really do all of this? Was that even possible?
"Round one goes to us," Darren grimly said, spitting out blood as he inspected a long s***h on his chest. He seemed rather unbothered by it, but then again, maybe he was used to this.
Danny wiped blood from her cheeks and I noticed that oddly enough, it matched her hair colour. "We still have a long way to go. There are more of them waiting up the hill."
I followed her gaze and felt my stomach tighten. She was right. More men had gathered on the hill as they were watching us. They were probably trying to tire us out and overwhelm us, until they were sure t
