The nine moons of Ostar

Quickly, before his opponent could regain his composure; Blade rewound his mace, aiming for the same disembowelled head. This time the skull shattered with sinister cracks. A certain bloodthirsty euphoria had taken hold of the man from MI6. Without stopping, he worked on the stump of the neck, sprawled on the ground, on this mush of brains, blood and bones which lay pitifully. Skillfully, he kept his distance from the last two heads while rotating his rope intermittently like a propeller. The beast was like crazy. She was jumping hysterically from one end of the enclosure to the other. The man did not hear the fanatical cries of the audience tending to further excite the animal, and sometimes to encourage the courageous stranger. “Blade! My name is Richard Blade, he repeated to himself to give himself courage. It would be too stupid to come back here. »