The twin brothers ran away from the burning building. The smaller one had jeans, boots, and a white shirt, his blond hair charred in some places. The taller one was covered in tattoos, wearing a black tank top with black boots and black jeans. His blond hair was styled in a fohawk. His face was contorted with rage. He looked over his shoulder, yelling at his brother. "A SMALL fire, Vulture, I said to set a small fire. That is not a small fire!" Vulture looked at his twin, and shouted back, "Don't worry, Raptor. At least nobody important died!"
Raptor cut a sharp corner with Vulture right behind him. Raptor leaned against a wall, trying to regain his breath. He glanced over at his twin. "There are like twenty different ways that could've been done. I'm literally counting them in my head right now."
Vulture laughed sheepishly. "Don't worry bro. We got the stuff!"
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Bird Of Prey
General FictionTwin brother thieves cause havoc for this small city. They are known as assassins with no particular target among the residents, and not much can be done about them. But, one twin starts killing purely for the fun of it. Magic that hasn't been explo...
