There were no words that I could say that would make sense, there were no words that someone would say to me either about that scene I and Jax created, that would make sense. One king caused this, one king made me what I am today, one king made me have iron for blood and ice for a heart, his daughter, the love of my life, stood beside me and she watched it happen. Her too wouldn't be able to give an account of the fight. It started slowly, both I and Jax were skilled perfectly in combat, he knew how to deliver a punch, where to deliver it... I knew how to use my fist as weapons, I knew where to strike that would contract a muscle and make a man shudder. Jax was no ordinary man. Combat intensified and it was as if there would be no end to this back and forth beating, until Jax had wanted to cheat with his tiny yet ruthless pocket knife. I got a hold of the kinfe first and I slashed.He was dead, he died some few minutes ago and I stood in front of his body, expecting
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