So this is suicide.
The moment of death.
A silly expedition towards inevitable failure.
The monstrosity brings one of his weapons back and all air disappears from the battle field.
Then he swings it forward and a hurricane like gale batters all. The commander watches twenty go down with the blow.
One of his men gets back up. He is missing both arms at the bicep. Blood spurts furiously.
But the soldier’s beserker rage compels him to attack and he throws his body against the massive foe.
The rhino snorts, spraying snot and disrespect.
His hide is pebbly rock hard impossible.
The dying soldier bounces off worthless and is caught under a giant foot. Even in the din of combat the crack of ribs is audible and stomach churning.
Sad as that may be, the battle is far from over.
That’s what they do.
And this is a match worth finishing.
The commander unties his red cape and flaps it dangerously in the air.
The rhino spots the stupid tack, sets eyes on the tall man from the South and charges.
The human crouches ready. To him a fight is a fight is a fight and this one is about to get good.
by Xiaodi Jin
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