Lozorus couldnt remeber, His memory like an ever running dream. Always escaping him. Never able to get it. Never able to reach. Lozorus didnt know what to do. He knew it wasnt his fault. His fist memory was that of a fight. The cold cruelness of the world. He was about to die. His head bleeding. The gashing wound was cold as shock had numbed it. He was being ounched in the face before he could even collect his thoughts. He didnt know what to do?L Why were they doing this? Eveyone else was just watching. Laughing. Jeering. He had two options. One to live. Other to die. He chose to survive. Him or them. He fell as the next blow hit him in the nose making him tumble backward. That was it. The next blow would not hit. Pain, again. Damn it! His body would not respond fast enough.
Ok thats it. He took in a deep breath! He focused. Everything seemed to slow down. The roaring. The stomping. The jeering all faded away. He raised the earth around him. He was surrounded by it. He unleashed it. They fell. Crushed by the rocks. They died. No remorse. Not for them. Not for anyone. He lifted rasor rocks into the air. Shooting them in all directions. They will DIE!!!
Ok thats it. He took in a deep breath! He focused. Everything seemed to slow down. The roaring. The stomping. The jeering all faded away. He raised the earth around him. He was surrounded by it. He unleashed it. They fell. Crushed by the rocks. They died. No remorse. Not for them. Not for anyone. He lifted rasor rocks into the air. Shooting them in all directions. They will DIE!!!