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Goodbye - A Shape of Spike Drabble
by Molossus
Spike tripped over the muddy object, only realizing it was Gunn when a mud-caked eye slivered open.
"Hang in there, Charlie-boy. Crowd's thinning out. Party'll be over any minute now."
"Yeah. We'll close up the joint" came the whisper.
"Damn Right."
"Spike? you think I got the mission ba?"
Spike slammed his axe upwards to block the descending blade, splinters of metal piercing his hands and face. He leapt to his feet jamming his elbow into a soft gut, swinging the axe up, then down.
Assured his opponent was taken care of he looked back for Gunn but only a body remained.
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