Good or Bad?

Elthor slowly picked himself up, shaking his head. He was getting really tired of having to get into all of these fights, not because he hated fighting, but because he always had to hold back. 

The ones he could kill, he couldn't kill. As for the ones he couldn't kill even if he tried, those were even more agonizing. Did they get off from beating a kid like him? Just because your wife was giving me googly eyes, doesn't mean I touched her! Shouldn't you blame yourself for her eyes wandering?!

Elthor looked up and glared at the gorilla sized bastard he had just knocked out. His fists were really too itchy at this point. 

At that moment, though, Elthor's pupils suddenly constricted. His head snapped up to the skies, his eyes narrowing. 

'This is… Most definitely not part of the plan…' Elthor mumbled to himself. 

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