He looked at the cloaked figure that had killed his little girl, his ball of sunshine, his spoiled princess. His eyes though, were drawn behind the figure to the most beautiful horse he had ever seen, and for some strange reason he could fantasize it in a policeman’s outfit. As the figure sliced him apart, he knew he was going into the afterlife smiling.
Windstriker/The Bandit King
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