"Such a loyal little creature you are, fighting for injustice," said the Ogre.
Cuernos was about to say something, but the ogre charged full speed at him. His powerful shoulder crippled Cuernos's ribs like a kid crushing an ant. Breath escaped Cuernos quickly, and soon felt the unforgiving smack of the ground.
Fists and elbows were swung left and right, punishing the face of Cuernos. Blood flooded out of the shredded flesh on Cuernos's face. Cuernos's arms tried to collide with green skin but all hit air.
But soon Cuernos let his black claws dig into the flesh of the ogre, blood slowly drooled out with every second. Though it wasn't much, it did make the ogre stop swinging, and look over to his shoulder. But in that second that he stopped, Cuernos took advantage. He swung his head back, and threw it towards the ogre like it was a cannon ball.
The sound of heads colliding echoed like a crows scream. The ogre put his hands over his head in pain, forgetting about his foe that stood under him. Cuernos once again, swung his head back, and catapulted it right back on the ogre.
And again and again and again, Cuernos could not decide when to stop. The massive sound roared through the ears of the small insects, and massive beasts. The ogre's head had ugly stains of red on his forehead that made its way down to its chest. Cuernos had storm clouds of bruises, and those storm clouds rained red water, the protection of his skull was falling. But still, Cuernos had both his hands around the Ogre's neck, and pulled him in as another headbutt burst into his skull.
But the ogre had enough. He grabbed Cuernos's head, squeezed it like an apple until the screams of pain were replaced with cries and tears, then threw him violently to a tree across from them. Cuernos's head bumped in a short pierce of pain, like every brain cell he held got a cold. He could not get up, the pain was too vast for him to get his feet into gear.
"Your kind disgusts me, killing like another being's life don't matter, like they hold no importance, like you are their god, like you are their high and mighty," said the ogre. "Your kind is just the poison that infiltrates my home; I would kill you both, but my people's way is not like that, I am no monster like your kind."
Soon the ogre walked away leaving both men crippled. "Oscuro, MI hijo, mi vida." Oscuro's eyes opened as fast as a cockroach's life. The cinnamon like voice coursed slowly through Oscuro's ears, that voice made the pain in his back get soft and comfortable, and it made his brain start operating his limbs. "That voice again, like an angle, coming straight from the heavens."
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