Glad He Hate All ~Gladiator~

LXVIII

      "Woah..."

      He tried as much as possible to hold unto the tail. That was all that he was left with. That was all that he could do. That was all that he could make odd of. His hands would slip most times. His hands would betray him most times. His motive was beginning to be severed. He didn't know what he would do. He didn't know what he would put up with. He didn't know what time would serve to him. He couldn't be so sure. He was trying to hold unto it. He was trying to make sense of it. He was trying to be sane. He knew that he would never give up. Twas never in his nature to give up. He would do all things but that. He did know that he would fight and fight till he had his way. He was able to hold unto the scales of the serpent. The serpent was more than all he had expected. He had been trying to ignore it. He did ignore again. He was all thinking of what he would do and how he would go about