Chapter 73: They're Here

Ezekiel Casson had no idea how many times he'd swung his club before finally stopping. He stared at Arlo Shadboult, whose face had been beaten into an unrecognizable mess, and let out a long breath. His legs buckled, and he slumped to the floor. He wiped his brow; the blood spattered across his face smeared into dark, streaky lines. "Old bastard, still mouthing off with your last breath? Let's see you talk now." Thud! He brought the club down on Arlo's ruined face again, the blow landing with...