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Before he could defend himself,

the stranger backhanded him

across the face,

his anger would peak,

but he did not speak,

no warning was heard,

not a single word,

only screams,

that would rip apart dreams,

his screams were harsh,

his temper fisted,

his mouth twisted,

his growl was loud,

like two stones grinding together,

once he was very proud,

now his feelings trapped,

so he snapped,

on with the attacks,

as death stopped in its tracks.