"you damned monster, I will kill you, I will definitely kill you. At the expense of my life, I will see to it that I kill you".
Shakir yelled out, charging fiercely at Orun with his two bladed sword in both hands.
Shakir having heard the dreadful news on Dana, he made a vow to follow right behind her, but he wasn't going to go empty handed.
Putting his old wrinkled body back together, Shakir doned on his gear from his days of adventuring and set out to face the monster that took his granddaughter away from him.
The equipment fitting on him was not as it used to be in his glorious days, but he made do with it all so he could face the monster.
Shakir's resolve to not come out alive in his encounter with the monster was firm, and his determination to carve into the monster the fear of an old man having nothing to lose but his life was solid.
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