A Custom Story I Wrote

I do love to write.

Especially on these topics. 😉


Nose Bleed for Nose Bleed

by DD

Tina felt blood dripping from her nose. It trickled first from the inside before making

an exit out onto her upper lip. She scrunched it, as if trying to feel it with out

touching and thinking it would help the bleeding stop, but of course it did not. She

had just completed a sparring training and it was a couple weeks before her big

fight. The fight date was creeping up fast and she had been training hard to prepare

for it. Each sparring session, she would feel herself getting faster, cleaner with her

strikes, more reactive and giving counters much more quickly. She could see the

openings for the double leg take downs, and was able to catch body kicks to turn

into single leg take downs. And once her opponent was down, she would use her

grappling skills to either get a mount into ground and pound, or take a back to

choke out, or submit with an arm bar. But today, she sparred against a male 15

year Muay Thai veteran who was fast and agile and so crisp the moment she would

throw out her jab, he would respond with his longer reached jab straight to her

schnoz. He he would evade her strikes with quick head movement like a prize

boxer. He would counter Tina’s kicks and go for a hard, straight right. Tina felt

slow. The strikes rocked her a little bit. He didn’t throw as many kicks as he usually

does, as that’s when Tina would normally be able to catch the leg and trip for a

take down. Maybe he didn’t throw them because he knew she would do such, and

so he wanted to just utilize his longer reach.

The round with him was frustrating for Tina. This session, she felt more tired than

usual in each 5 minute round, as if she had been over-training and her body was

ready to shut down. But mentally, she knew she could not give up. She had a

competition to win and these practices were not going to be what breaks her. She

had to be ready. The round continued with his quick responses to her slower-than-

usual jabs, but every several, she would fake the jab, go for a cross, and as he

backed up, go for the low kick. That seemed to be working. But then she had to

switch it up to a double jab, fake the cross and do and inside low kick. A couple of

times, after those low kicks she would come with a cross and land it right on the

front of his face. He did not like that at all. The timer dinged and she and the Muay

Thai veteran finished, bumped gloves, and she went to get a tissue for her bleeding

nose. The guy gave her a nod. A nod of what? Of acknowledgment? A ‘thanks for

the round”? A “you tried but I got the best of you” type of nod? Regardless, it was

acknowledgment. But dang it, she thought. Acknowledgment of what, Tina did not

know, nor did she care too much longer about it.

Later in the week, she saw the same guy in a private boxing class as she was

training Brazilian jiu jitsu. She only noticed him briefly before continuing with her

triangle choke drills with her partner, who was a woman from France, also training

to fight. It turned out he noticed Tina more intently, as a few minutes later, he

approached the mat where the girls were training. The French girl, Camille, said,

“Hi Tanner!” as he approached, resulting in Tina quickly getting up to see who she

was talking to and noticed it was the same guy she sparred earlier in the week. He

replied, walking cooly up to the area of the mat they were drilling, with, “Hey

ladies. I see your ground work is getting better. Actually Tina, I wanted to say that

your stand up is also progressing. Good job. Buuuut, I think you may need some

more training before you do this fight. You did take a fight that is coming up soon,


Tina scrunched her eyebrows together, forced a smug smile, blinked a couple times

and responded.

“Gee, thanks Tanner. Yeah, we work the ground work everyday. It’s my first love,

my strength. It’s true beauty.” Just then Tina realized that the guy avoided any of

her take downs the other day because, well, his ground game is not up to par, and

certainly does not compare to hers. She could have a chance on winning the

sparring round if she could keep him on the ground, but he intentionally avoided it.

He knew. She continued, “And thanks for the compliment, if it was one, on my

progression with strikes. I have been working hard, taking private lessons. I know I

have a lot to learn but I’m definitely feeling stronger and better each week.” Tanner

made a sarcastic looking smile and replied while making small nods with his head,

“Keep with the private lessons” as he took a couple steps backward with before

turning around to walk away.

“Was he just talking shit or was he trying to flirt?” Camille expressed with her big

eyes wide and cute, sometimes annoying, french accent.

“I have no idea. All I do know, is that I’m going to work my strikes so hard… yes,

for the fight, but mostly, to kick that fools ass!”

“yeah, I over heard him one day telling the other guys that all the girls here are a

joke and none of us would have a chance fighting him. And that he doesn’t like to

be our partner in the drills because we can’t keep up.”

“Are you serious!!! That fruit cake rarely comes. He says he’s a 15 year veteran…

maybe so, he may have started 15 years ago, but he’s probably only trained a total

of three of them! He’s always bragging about it.”

“Yes, I know. I think you should kick his cocky ass.”

“It’s probably the closest he ever gets to a female and it makes him goo-goo so

that’s why he doesn’t like it.”

The girls chuckled before getting back into a guard position to drill triangle chokes



Tina’s training week continued on and she did not see the dude Tanner again. She

focused on the coaches lessons, and reviewed the moves before class and after

class with another girl who is very experienced and fights for a huge fighting

promotion. Certain days, she would stay after to hit the heavy bag. She worked on

perfect form, then would focus on perfect form and quick recoil, then perfect form,

fast recoil and POWER. She would work various combos on the heavy bag making

head movement as if it were a live person, and work the combos with power and

quickness. She would grunt upon contact. She wanted to demolish the bag. She

wanted to break it. She wanted it to feel her wrath of all the emotions she every

felt, from being wronged, from being hurt, from being lied to in the past…. she

pretended the bag was Tanner.

A week went by and her fight camp, the camp that prepares a fighter for their fight,

continued on with strength and conditions sessions, private mitt work sessions,

Brazilian jiu jitsu, Muay thai and MMA classes. She learned that she had been

feeling a bit weaker the previous week not necessarily because she was over-

training, as training for several hours a day is okay, but she needed more fuel than

she was giving herself. She had run out of amino acids, a powder mix she would

drink mixed with water mid-training. These are BCAA’s, which are the essential

building blocks for lean muscle and help increase protein synthesis, prevent muscle

breakdown and improve endurance. She realized she was also not bringing enough

food to intake between lessons. This causes a person who is training hard to

ultimately not get enough nutrients or energy to burn and actually results in muscle

loss and fatigue. Tina fixed that problem and made sure to eat at least a banana,

some greek yogurt, a protein bar, pre-made, from-home oatmeal through out the

days training. By the following week, she was feeling rejuvenated, recharged,

stronger than ever, and ready to brawl.

A week after that sparring session with Tanner, another sparring day came again. Tina

wrapped her wrists in her neon green wraps that boxers and fighters wear under

their gloves to help cushion and stabilize their knuckles and wrists. She stretched

her hamstrings. She stood up for some dynamic stretching by swinging her arms

around in circles, her legs back and forth, side to side. She inhaled. She exhaled.

She inha– there was Tanner. Tanner! Sauntering into the gym as if he was hot shit.

As if he owned the place. As if he could beat Tina in a sparring session. Tina was

surprised at her reaction when she saw the tall-ish and muscular. She didn’t expect

to hone in on him so intently. She didn’t expect to respond in such a way a Lion

would spot it’s prey.

Coach started the first rounds timer. Tina found her first sparring partner standing

right next to her. It was her French training partner Camille. As they got started,

Camille, who is an experienced boxer, would throw her jabs, but Tina felt this was

her warm up. Tina did not find sparring Camille to be challenging, even though

Camille had excellent head movement and made it hard to tag. Tina utilized her

long legs to low kick with her back leg onto Camille’s thigh, and to head kick with

her lead leg. Camille was shorter than she so whenever Camille would try to throw

her 1, 2, Tina would counter quickly with a 1, 2, kick, reset and then a fast hard

two. It was an easy round for Tina. But she didn’t care about that. She knew

Camille was good, but Tina was seeing red.

Next round, Tina paired up with a tall man with a reach like a gorilla. He was fairly

tall, and in pretty good shape, but his long reach was really his only skill. He sort of

relied on it a bit too much. Other than that advantage, he was still pretty slow and

did not have good counters nor was he able to block or slip as well. Perhaps it was

because he’s a bit bigger and therefore slower, but Tina didn’t waste time trying to

figure out why. She would wait for him to throw is long hook, slip in, get the gut,

pull out while jabbing, too close for his long arms to have any response to her, and

so he would have to back out. As he would back away, Tina would throw a body

kick with her rear leg, tagging him in the the lower ribs every time. That round was

predictable, but Tina did eat a couple of long right hooks to the side of her head,

but that didn’t shake her. Not one bit. She had someone else on her mind.

Tina felt warmed up, pumped up, and ready to take on her newly realized

nemesis… Tanner. She didn’t want to wait for any more rounds before him because

she did not want to be too fatigued. She wanted to show him what she has.

Between the rounds, she approached him, gave him an arm out indicating that she

was pointing at him to go this round. She got closer and he responded, “Nah, not

right now. I got someone else. I really want to work hard today.” And he walked


Tina found another opponent and worked him, a small amateur fighter. Not only

was this guy smaller, but he was also less experienced. So Tina just worked on

bobbing and weaving, blocking and slipping, as she did not want to exert too much

energy to beat up on a small dude who had not chance. She did not want o

discourage the dude who was fairly new just by beating up on him. That would be

too easy. She noticed in the corner of her eye that Tanner was sitting out the

round. He leaned against the cage, with his knees up, breathing hard. What a little

bitch, she thought.

Another round ended. As soon as it ended, she saw Tanner ask Camille for the

round. Camille is not a challenging opponent, and Tina instantly knew the little bitch

was trying to find and easy round because… well, because, he was a little bitch.

Last round…. “TANNER!!” Tina called. “Let’s spar this round.”

“Last round?” he sounded exasperated.

“Yeah, our last chance before my fight. I can’t spar next week.”

“Oh yeah, your “fight”” he sounded sarcastic. “Yeah, I guess you really should spar

with me, because you definitely do need the practice. I’m surprised Coach would

even let you fight. It doesn’t look like you’re ready at all. I mean, you’re better than

you were, but still not on the level. Not close to my level.”

Tina just stared at him. She looked at the timer and with 5 seconds of the break to

go, she turned back to him and started throwing out her jabs. Tanner would have

no choice but to spar with her now. Tina got in her rhythm. Jab, cross, jab cross

hook, jab, level change, up jab, jab, kick, superman punch, jab, slip hook… Tina

had no issues taking the dominating role. Tanner seemed a bit tired. Every time he

tried to throw his jab to counter her jab, she would slip and come over with a hard

right hand. She would jab quickly just to faint a cross and as he would cover his

face, she would kick him HARD in is thigh. He was not blocking nor did he seem

quick enough to block when he knew he needed to. Tina threw a low kick onto the

outside of his calf which made him wobble, as it unstablized the ankle of his lead

leg. Tina jab, jabbed, changed levels, faked him for another jab but gave his lead

leg and inside kick with her lead leg. She continued to do this over and over. She

felt like things were slow motion. She kept her gaze softly fixed on his chest, the

sternum. She could see any of his body moving while focusing here, but not

focusing too hard. Therefore, she dodged and blocked and countered all that he

attempted. She stayed loose and long, and several jabs, about every 8 thrown,

tagged him square in the nose. Tina could tell his head went back, his neck having

to recoil from her fists impact. She kept working her rear kicks, and could tell his

thigh, the inside and outside, was getting worn down. About once a minute, she

would switch it up and jab, jab, switch kick to a high head kick with her front leg.

She felt the impact of her shin on the side of his head, his arm blocking only

blocking partially one time. She stayed on him. She did not crowd him because she

wanted enough space to throw the kicks. She was simply too fast for him. Her

rigorous training was really showing. As the round was ending, she wanted to finish

hard and strong. JAB, CROSS, slip, REAR HOOK, Front leg kick. That kick knocked

the wind out of him. He moved his hands down to his gut, leaving his face

unprotected. Tina, like a hunting lion famished in the Serengeti, saw the opening to

attack, to be able to hunt this victim down to feed her crying young. 1,2! 1,2! 1,2!

She relentlessly brawled straight into his head, he had no hope, and as the timer

bell rang, blood rushed out his nose, and around his mouth, Tina ceased. She

breathed heavy, bounced around foot to foot like a fighter does, and saw tears in

Tanners eyes.

“Getting popped in the nose makes my eyes water.” he explained to whoever was

nearby. He ran off. Tina looked around and the other fighters gave her the look of


Camille came over and said, “I saw that, Tina, I saw all of that. You did kick his ass.

He so deserves that.”

Tina smiled and never thought Camille’s french accent could be any cuter.


It was two nights before her big fight. Tina felt ready to kick some ass. She had

worked hard in all of her trainings, in sparring, in her conditioning. She focused

only on getting better and conditioning her physique. She was super toned, with a

very low body fat percentage, and CUT! Muscles were bulging everywhere, and

veins in her arms showed and seemed to run like a smooth river does down an

undulating mountain, a mountain that is her BODY! She was juiced and dominating

by simply appearance. Her feet were constantly dirty- even though they clean the

mats daily, being barefoot for hours of training, or in her gym shoes without socks

really took a toll on her poor tootsies. She occasionally would treat herself to the

asian foot massage, but they still remained calloused and stained with hard work.

The gym was quiet as all the classes had finished a couple hours prior, but Tina

asked if she could stay in and lock up herself since she wanted to do some light

resistance band workouts and stretching. She sat on the mat thinking about stuff.

She wondered when Camille would fight. It’d be fun to fight her if she could get her

cardio better. She realized she did not see that Tanner prick. No one really said

anything about him except making jokes that “Tina beats everybody up” so they

don’t come back. She chuckled out loud. “What am I going to have for dinner when

I get home?” She contemplated.

Suddenly, a loud and rapid knocking came from the front door. The door was the

only window to the place but it was frosted so you could not really see in our out.

She slipped into her Ugg boots to walk to the door- when off the mats and on the

walk way, you must wear shoes. She approached the door and saw a familiar

stature… she thought- No, couldn’t be… she turned the key as it was locked from

the inside and cracked the door slowly… Tanner?!?!?!

“Uh, hey, it’s you.” She stammered. For some reason, she felt her face get hot, she

noticed her feet began to sweat.

“Yeah hey glad you’re here. I texted Coach and asked if anyone would be here. I

left some stuff in the locker room I needed for this weekend.”

“Oh yeah, sure. Come in.” Tina opened the door as he stepped inside.

Tina locked the door behind them.

She went back to her spot on the mat using a resistance band to stretch her

hamstrings. Shortly after, she could hear Tanner resume from inside the males

locker room.

“Yeah so thanks for letting me in” Tanner said as he held his things. “And, well,

good luck, I guess, for your fight this weekend.”

“Oh sure… yeah thanks for that, Tanner. Haven’t seen you in a while, anyway. You

still gonna be coming here to train, or…. you going somewhere else.” she indicated

the armload of gym gear he had in his arms.

“I’m still here, I’ll be back more regularly in a few weeks. Then I can actually train

all the classes and show you how much better I am than you are, being a frail girl

and all.” he seemed like he was joking, but there was truth in his voice that he

actually wanted to mean that.

“Yeah, that’s right. I heard you are always talking shit on the girls around here,

including me.” Tina started to get defensive.

“Aw come on. It’s all in good fun, baby.” Tanners tone changed to a little bit flirty.

“I can tell when you look at me, you like what you see. I know you want all this.”

He lifts up the front of his shirt with his free hand and shows off some abs.

“No dude. That’s not what I think of at all.”

“Oh no??” Tanner drops all is stuff on the mat and steps toward her. “No? Are you

sure baby? Come on, why don’t you just try it out for size? You just might like it.”

Tanner reached his arms toward her and grabs her neck with one hand and her

lower back with the other, pulls her in real fast and shoves his face into hers as one

of his hands caresses her breast, still sweaty. Tina shoves him off her as fast as it

happened and says, “Excuse me? You actually think that??”

“Come on, hot stuff. Let’s get this over with.” He lunges toward her and she throws

a spinning head kick. It lands perfectly on the side of his dome. He staggers. He

strangely laughs. “Don’t play hard to get now, I’ll still get you.” Tina doesn’t

hesitate to throw out her diagonal kick to his body. He grunts and staggers to her

left where she immediately throws up a whipping head kick to the same side of his

head she just hit, but it smacks him right in the face. His reaction looks like that or

anger and continues to come at her. She straight kicks his face and he is down. He

is knocked out.

Tanner comes to only a minute later with Tina standing over him. His eyes widen

and he looks scared for his life. Blood drips from his lips and nose. His right eye is

beginning to swell. “Tina, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was thinking. Please don’t

kick me anymore. I didn’t mean to say all those things. I didn’t mean to come at

you like that.”

“SHUT UP TANNER, you little bitch.”

“Tina I’m so sorry. I will do anything to make up for it. Don’t hurt me anymore.”

“Tanner. I’ll let you go. But, you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

“Anything Tina!”

“Tanner, you are going to wipe that blood off your face, and you are going to be my

little foot bitch.”

“F-f-f-foot bitch?” Tanner looks confused.

“Don’t ask QUESTIONS TANNER!!” Tina yells as she makes a movement looking like

she will kick his head in again.


Tina grabs one of the tee shirts that was in his pile and hands it to him. He wipes

down his face.

“N-now what?” he asks.

“Now Tanner,” Tina prances around him. “Now you’re going to kiss and clean my

sweaty dirty feet.”


“Tanner, just shut the fuck up. Just do as I say without questions and you’ll be….

at least ok.”

Tanner nods obediently.

“Get on your knees!” Tina stands in front of him. She gets close to him. The level of

his face is very close to the level of her private area. She puts her hands on his

head and shoves his nose right near her pussy.

“Take a big whiff through your crushed nose, Tanner. Smell the feminine odors

from my womanly pussy and hone in every scent.”

Tanner closes his mouth and inhales through his nose.

Tina approves and then pushes him backwards with her foot to his chest so he is

laying on his back again.

“Get on your stomach, Tanner!”

Tanner rolls over. “Tell me that woman and all their body parts are to be



Tina stomps on his kidney.

“Okay okay! Woman are to be worshipped!”

“Say woman and ALL THEIR BODY PARTS are to be worshipped!!”

“Woman and all their body parts to to be worshipped…”

“Good, Tanner. Now admit that any woman’s vagina is stronger and more talented

than you.”

Small Pause.. “NOW!!!! TANNER!”

“Vagina’s are stronger and more talented than me.”

“Good, Tanner. Good. But we’re not here for more that that vag talk. You are here

to worship my feet. And realize that clearly, there is more skill in any of my toes

than your whole life.”

As tanner is on his stomach, Tina shoves her foot under his face.

“Lick my feet, stupid bitch. LICK IT!!”

Tanner begins lapping up the top of her sweaty salty foot.

“Get on your knees, and crawl over here. So that I can lean against this post while

you like the bottom of my feet.”

Tanner obeys.

While on his haunches, Tanner sees the brown, spotted dirty and sweaty smelling

soles of Tina. As close as those feet have been to his face, he has never seen them


“LICK IT!” Tina yells.

Tanner uses his tongue to lap up dirt and sweat from the bottoms of Tina’s hard

working soles. She turns around and shoves her big toe in his mouth.

“Suck my TOES one by one” she exclaims.

Tanner sucks the big toe, moves to the second, then the third. As he goes along,

Tina reminds him that his is a little foot bitch boy. And he will get his ass kicked

unless he does a great job cleaning these feet.

“Now be sure to get the gunk from in between each toe.”

Tanners tongue slides into the space between toes, in and out in and out.

“Good little bitch. I see you can be good at something.”

Tina allows him to continue sucking each toe, and spreading them with his tongue.

He licks up and down the sole a few times, slow and also quickly before Tina turns

around and tells him to stick her heel in his mouth.

Tanner opens wide and puts in the heel. He sucks it. Tina is pleased with the

slurping sounds. She angles her foot in different directions to indicate to tanner

where to lick and what to put into his mouth.

“Not bad, Tanner, not bad for a pansy ass. You’re a good little foot bitch. I

pulverized your face with these feet. Now you must respect them. I can fuck you up

in any fight, we know that. I might just want to break the rules and aim for ….

hmmm… your balls? Yeah, you know I could demolish your balls with these feet.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Say yes MA’AM, I know.”

“Yes, Ma’am, I know. You can demolish my balls like you did my face.”

“That’s right” Tina laughs. “I’ll continue to humiliate you.”

Tina grabs Tanners hair and directs him to a bench at the edge of the mat. She sits

on it. She lifts up her other foot for Tanner to start his foot cleaning as he is again

on his haunches.

“Clean this foot now, foot slave bitch boy.”

Tanner licks the sole of the foot, feeling the wrinkles along his tongue that feet

have, especially while Tina is somewhat pointing her toes. Tina flexes her foot

opening up those wrinkles and Tanner can feel the sole change to more smooth.

Tina directs him to suck each toe, and on each toe she demands slower, then at

some time, “Faster, Tanner, Suck hard and fast FAST FASTER!!!” he sucks each toe.

She reminds him to get the sweat and build-up between the toes, and mentions

that he is more useless than any thing that could be found between her toes.

“Tanner, I can destroy you with these feet at anytime, you know.” Tanner, with a

mouth full of toes, nods shyly. Tina reaches down and shoves his head toward her

making all her toes scrunched inside his wet mouth. She releases and then shoves

then releases then shoves, the way a man might do to a woman giving him head.

She laughs at how pathetic he is. She continues to angle her foot around to indicate

where she wants him to lick, or suck, directing him while insulting him every time.

Finally, she says, “Tanner, are my feet clean?”

Tanner looks at the feet somewhat concerned and says, “Yes?”

“You fucking liar, now you’re gonna get it!!” She kicks his chest again so his lays on

his back on the ground. She stands over him and shoves her entire foot as far into

his mouth as possible. Tanner gags. She laughs. She doesn’t stop. She switches

feet. She slaps his pathetic face with her feet. She smooshes his face one foot at a

time. Then, she sits on is stomach, lifts her feet to his face, and rubs the soles of her feet

onto his sore face. “Stick your tongue out!!” He does. She rubs her feet briskly up

and down his face, making his tongue flap for several minutes while she moans and

laughs, moans and laughs.

After that, she stands up and exclaims, “You may go now.”

Tanner scrambles up, grabs his pile of things and runs out the door.

Tina’s feet have never felt so clean.



3 thoughts on “A Custom Story I Wrote

  1. Good story. Got what he deserved, way it was written Tanner sounds like a would be rapist had he overpowered her.

    I’ve trained in martial arts many years and my friend’s mum was the teacher for most of those classes so I’m aware it’s not so simple as girls are inferior in combat! On average yes they are smaller, weaker but the whole point of martial arts is to overcome brute force anyway! One criticism I’ve heard with kickboxers is they often have no defence (Of course that’s a generalisation), I did so pro kickboxing in London in 2002, that was the first time I’ve seen pro fighting live it was a good night, first fight was 2 girls, the crowd favourite lost sadly (She was the prettier and younger fighter) and she did get a good spin kick that got the crowd on her side…. I liked the variation in the sport in that you got balanced fighters, some that wouldn’t be out of place in taekwondo as love to do showy kicks (I know the appeal!) and some that largely just box. The biggest match of the night was a European title, the English contender was called Winston against a hulking european, it was one sided against Winston and Britain (He was knocked down 2-3 times and didn’t bother to get up after 8 the final time), the opponent threw a few knees and kicks near the end but his fists were mostly all he needed. The crowd were NOT on his side though and booed him when he won hehe! And kickboxing is a lot shorter than boxing and wrestling matches too, I will say the action never slows in kickboxing at least.
    The next two years straight I saw MMA around xmas, an event called Extreme Brawl. Some of the fights got VERY bloody, the guy I went to see was Alex Reid, he was then an up and coming fighter that wanted to make it big UNFORTUNATELY he did make it big years later for the wrong reasons with a slut called Jordan. He became a homewrecker and then later got famous for being a transvestite amongst other things…. But at the time he seemed a nice guy, not a woman beater etc…. Anyway the first fight I saw of him he took very long to enter the arena (He had the Terminator 2 theme as his music), the crowd favourite was some bald guy called Mark and his friends/family were sitting near me. Mark lost and they were very quiet after haha, I coulda got in trouble as I was trashtalking about Mark afterward and my friend pointed out Mark was sitting right in front of me at that time hehe. Another fight that stood out got very heated that the fighters even took it outside of the arena or tried to. There was one kickboxing match worth noting too, the eventual winner was a famous kickboxer who did a lot of fancy aerial kicks like what you would see in wushu, the opponent slipped after countering with a double roundhouse (It’s easy to forget how slippery the floor can be hehe, I never train or fight barefoot myself though so I usually don’t have that worry)

    The last year I went there was one cross discipline fight that ended well, was a striker vs a karate/judo fighter. Towards the end the striker had the other guy tangled, to try to turn it around the other guy picked him up and slammed him a few times but he submitted in the end. (It so happened nearly a year later in a sparring match with my friend we got into a similar situation, I slammed him a few times and this was with no mat though we wore helmets and light armour, even so that would hurt but he was also killing my arms!)

  2. I really enjoy reading this story. It was very well written. While reading it, the story felt real and I have met people in real life who could have been the characters in the story.

    Hope you will take the time and put the effort into writing another one of these.


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