The bullets clattered to the steel floor like #marbles.
She only swore as the ammunition fell from it's cartridge.
She glanced at me and threw a hand amongst the pre-war of a dozen zealots of faith based chaos.
Death was cut tho' butter but my heart was pierced as if run through by a sword.
My heart fell before my blood pooled.
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@Tesseks I like it and just what I needed to read as a kind of gung-ho battle cry (to whatever I'm currentyl doing)
Didn't like one sentence at all "Death was cut tho' butter but my heart was pierced as if run through by a sword." which I saw just now you commented on...
But for what worked for me is the rest and enthused me in my work!
