He wasn’t one to take advantage of those who were outnumbered.
“F*ck you, Sheaves!” Weston roared.
He was ultimately defeated by a stab that Magnus delivered straight to his chest. He slumped to the ground.
Within minutes, the Desert Hawks were wiped clean. None one of them survived.
“How dare a gang of bandits challenge us? Insolent bastards!” Magnus huffed and flicked his sword to the side, raining drops of blood to the ground.
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