Fight Night

Loud bass echoes. A fight breaks out in the back. The impromptu violence competes with the music in the lowest level of the condemned multi structure garage. The situation gets dangerous fast and a gun goes off. Following the shot, a shrill cry of "No, no, not Morris, no," bounces off the cold, wet cement …

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In This Moment

In this moment I have forgotten everything that makes me more then lance, sinew, bone and muscle. I am my training. I am the stinking sulphur-breath of a two thousand stone flying lizard. I am the open black lipped rotten tooth maw. I am the slick mist and wet stone. The chill in the wind. …