-Don't you ever insult Fress in my fucking presence again!
Finley's cry was filled with the spirit of love for his wife, he could not use his arms, but if he could continue to fight while holding his axe in his mouth, I'm sure he would.
At least I had left him unable to use both arms, but not that I could take any more of this, I dropped to the floor in front of him, the whistling I heard was so loud, plus the dizziness I was feeling forced me to sit up.
-You sit down... come and get it over with, behave like a Gran man.
-I am, unlike you who is just being driven by anger, now shut your mouth and listen to me, muscle brain.
Finley knelt down, I had broken his spirit by winning the battle.
-No, you finished off my arms, now finish me off, at least Willfest had to have taught you honour, didn't he?
