"TAKE YOUR AIM!" He screamed as all the men aimed at the targets, ready to fire on command. "FIRE!!" And all at once, 13 guns fired letting out a large bang. Bullets soared through the air and eventually met the surfaces of the paper targets. General Sam, who was an averaged height man and quite muscular with short black hair and a thick, messy beard with two green eyes, clapped and laughed. "Haha. If you guys keep this up we will kill Jackle easily." As Sam stopped clapping, another clap could be heard from behind. A tall, skinny man with long brown hair and a wooden leg. He got up and smiled and spoke loudly; "You all think you can kill a man who survived getting chopped in the stomach 3 times. A man who survived a castle dropping in on his head. A man who can move so fast you can barely see him. Well let me tell you, you are only gonna kill him if you do as we say. No one can mess up, no one can miss a shot. No one can lose sight of him. Just remember that lads." And with that he walked off. Sam added; "You heard him, Back to work."
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13: The Beast Weapons
Short Story'War is upon us, General. We must do everything in our power to protect our District, our home!" The districts are under attack. The Pure (an ancient, religious tribe) are attacking the Districts after 3 years of non-lethal war, and trying to keep p...
