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Holland looked around at the bloody mess around him and clenched his fists in frustration. He swiped his long black strands of hair from his face. They had fallen out of his regal bun during the fight.
His bow and arrow clattered to the marbled floor as he walked up to the Beamer and stood in front of it, staring through the empty hole. He tapped it, to see if it will get on again. But it didn't. He smiled, not feeling any loss for his brother. "If anything, you just cleared my path to the throne," he spoke to the Beamer, as if he was speaking to his brother. Then in one sharp intake of breath he pulled his head back then with astounding speed, hit the Beamer with his head.
