If I lose anymore than this, will my heart be forgiven? How much pain before I see you again? ~One More Time, One More Chance; Yamazaki Masayoshi
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Bodies were scattered everywhere. Blood were spilled everywhere he looked. He was breathing hard, trying his best to recover his lost strength and energy after dealing with so many enemies that tried to take over the land.
For the tribe of scorpion men where Stinger belonged, this was a usual scenario to them. It was their tribe's duty to guard over the northern border of the kingdom and to protect the citizens and even some aristocrats living near there. With that thought, he stood up once more using his spear as a crutch -- and tried his best to survey his surroundings to check for any possible surviving enemies. He would never let anyone get pass through him -- now that he finally figured out the reason why they attacked.
