War was romance to me.
When people are brought to their limits, while they face death, it's when they show their true nature.
Would it be vile? Honorable? Filled with regrets? Or a desperation as they cling to life?
Such a wide range of emotions, all lead to one thing and one thing only.
"This is so fun."
Amir looked around, feeling dread as he saw how the new bodies or friends he found all had injuries which if it went any deeper would have killed all of them. "This bastard!!" he cursed while Farhad on his back just sighed. "He is playing with us." Farhad looked around trying to find the vitality of his opponent, but for some reason, he couldn't detect him at all.
"This game of his."
After knowing that the opponent was a dangerous one, Amir had chosen to shake hands with Farhad. Although he can't fight his opponent, he still can support his companion which is Amir.
