~Damon~

“Hmph!” I grunted as I swung my sword on the pell I was training with.

Repeatedly striking it hard. And hard.

Thud!

It fell.

I panted heavily as I slowly drew back.

But I tripped on a stone behind me and collapsed to the ground.

“Damnit!” I grunted angrily.

My leg was injured and blood gushed.

Enraged, I tore my socks and gloves off and picked up my sword again.

As I swung it furiously at the pell, I gnashed my teeth in hopes it would all stop…that this pain…this damn pain in my chest driving me mad will stop…

But the painful ache did not stop.

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