Brothers in arms

His mouth wide open, Ward had the time to observe the many fangs that pierced through Oswald's gums, the terrible night he spent in an iron maiden resurged from his memory as he shrunk in his chair.

Oswald's hysterical laugh resounded in the camp. The conflicting emotions it was created from made it unstable, each time he took back his breath, air racked against his throat, further empathizing his shifting thoughts. Euphoria, anger, the irony of Ward and Baggio's deal was pleasant to ear.

"You are a fool." Oswald still chuckled from the big joke he now understood. "Why would there be anything free in this world? Oh boy, he's so far-fetched, I can't believe it..."

He wiped a tear that fell on his cheek and massaged his temples slowly. Pointing his two clawed indexes at Ward he said. "Don't move an inch. I'll be right back. I know what you need right now." And he flew from the scene.