“Who here is a real man?” The Steward’s voice echoed through The Marble Hall. 12 men stepped forward. Three of them yelled indistinctive, wild rally cries. One marched right up to The Steward and tried to grab The Master Staff. The Steward dodged and flipped the man to the ground.
A Real Man? (Short Story)
A Real Man? (Short Story)
A Real Man? (Short Story)
“Who here is a real man?” The Steward’s voice echoed through The Marble Hall. 12 men stepped forward. Three of them yelled indistinctive, wild rally cries. One marched right up to The Steward and tried to grab The Master Staff. The Steward dodged and flipped the man to the ground.