GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Harbringr's jaws closed over the sweet flesh of the man's throat and he held on, his shoulders rolling forward to help stabilize his neck. The Klein would not easily loosen his grip though the other man certainly tried. He flailed and twisted, writhing like a serpent. The man began to gasp, music to Harbringr's ears and slowly, minute by minute, his opponents movement weakened. As the man all but stilled, Harbringr loosened his grip and let the other man fall to the ground.
Licking his lips Hari moved over toward the carcass. It really wasn't worth anything. A devilish grin passed over the man's face as he leaned down and grasped the carcass. Hauling it up he moved over to the unconscious man and dropped it on the other's head like a messed up crown. "Here lies the king of putrescence." With a laugh he turned and continued on his way.
