Show Me Your Ways

The Warlord grinned at the exuberance of a good fight, especially when he had this one in the bag. Art never should have placed himself at the mercy of the Warlord's powerful paws. He held Art down, and felt the boy wraith beneath his paws, trying to get free. Sirius grunted with the effort of holding him down. His grin grew, and he was about to demand Artoris give up…

When….

Blinding pain. The Warlord froze, and a pitiful moan escaped his lips. He crumpled to the ground, curling about his poor, abused parts. At least Art might have cleared the dust out. “Noooo…. Briars siblings.” he moaned quietly, shaking, coughing, and laughing. Gasping for breath. ”You win, you win” he agreed.


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