Judas Anderson crouched down on the lawn, calculatingly surveying the other students with the sensor in his metal armor. Finally he let out a deep sigh.
There was no one left for him to best that was really worth it, and his army, the Chicken Killers, seem to have long disbanded before their goal of razing the academy to ash. Now it didn't even seem worth it.
There was no one left for him to best that was really worth it, and his army, the Chicken Killers, seem to have long disbanded before their goal of razing the academy to ash. Now it didn't even seem worth it.