Jones never knew just how much silence could be so tormenting.
He is very much used to seeing the blood been shed in his presence, but it had gone with the mayhem, a roudy lot surrounding him, that, not even for a second would a warrior be foolish enough to have his back facing the enemy in the field. Only to behold his dying friend.
The person would simply be hailing himself as a free bait... Telling anyone, without realising it, to come and get me.
The eyes that now faced him had been conserved, till her last breathe, on the one she tried her plausible best to protect.
And from the view of the whole scenario... The husband dies, by repeatedly been bashed on the head. Protecting them both.
While the mother and child, stabbed in multiple goes, but both all being at once. The sword pe
