Anger

Dragon

Blood trickles down my forehead, my arms feel tied and I keep my eyes closed to clear my mind. I was helping Tip with a load of beers in the alley behind the bar, I was pushed forward with brute force, and something exploded, I remember hitting my head against the wall and passing out.

That must be the cause of the blood oozing...

But being tied to a chair, no.

Crap!

The cold water hits my head, I look up to meet the stupid gull, I look to the side seeing my friend with an even worse look.

"Finally." The cloying voice only adds to the rage. – Who will speak first? I roll my eyes and instantly feel a fist slamming into my jaw, the taste of rust mixing with my saliva.

I smirked, so many years serving the country for a foreign son of a bitch to think he can figure out my whole life in one punch.

El-K is way more terrifying than this asshole.

I can count ten men organized to protect the bastard, the space wide like a large abandoned warehouse. Alone without weapons, I would even co