They stand together, back to back, their sweat stained t shirts sticking together the Velcro pieces of their untapped potential-they are better together. Friend and Friend, inseparable, as one. The girl grips her machete so tight her knuckles are white from the force. The boy's bow and arrow is held as taught as the tension in the room. And then they both know. And then they both strike. They strike out at the legions of men in armor that leap at them. The sky erupts with blood as the girl swipes through helmets and slices at throats with the precision of a skilled swordswoman, and her companion's arrow strikes straight through their opponents eyes, one, two, three men at once skewered like a kabob on Independence Day. This is for their independence. This is for their family, trapped inside the dungeons of those palace walls. This is for the revolution. It begins now. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtoqLLH2QnY
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