Worn

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*sigh*

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The remains of the ruined buildings littered the dirt ground, the sky heavy with dark gray clouds. The cold wind bit at the exposed skin of the worn Hero, making them shiver.

The Hero crouched low to the ground, gasping and trying to gain more air. They clutched tightly at the wound slowly seeping with blood at their abdomen. They tilted their head up, one eye half closed.

They rasped out, "This ain't it, chief" and gritted their teeth.

The Villain, who stood not too far away from the Hero, cackled coldly with their hand placed over their chest.

"Chief ain't it." They growled.

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