RageThat was the limit. He had made up his mind and now he awaited the next victim.
Three very strong men had interfered with his lonely yet peaceful life and had given him quite a pain. And that was when he decided to react. And it caught them unawares. The first blow shattered the skull of the youngest (and possibly the strongest) of the three. It echoed through the hillside like a gun shot. The puzzled look on the faces of the other two nearly bought a smile to him even in agony.
They rushed to the lifeless body of their comrade but he had other ideas. The second one was lifted from the ground and smashed on to a nearby rock.
"A broken thing. Pity. But no remorse. May be I should ease his pain." He was lifted up and smashed again. "This time dead for sure." The wound on his right hurt in the process. Those sharp piercing rotor blades had left a deep cut on his right.
"No. This is not the time for pain." ... He swayed regally to the third person.
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