SSgt Goodrich
"SPIRIT"
Stephen slowly walked toward the wreck, his healing factor slowly fixing the strained and bruised ligaments that he suffered from the explosion. He had not heard the woman scream at the thugs, and he did not mind, what bothered him was that he did not save the man in the wreck.
The thug, no matter what he might have done, was forgivable and now he was small meat chunks thrown about the alleyway...
@Knightling
The thug, no matter what he might have done, was forgivable and now he was small meat chunks thrown about the alleyway...
@Knightling
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