I’ve gotta admit, even though part of me feels bad for hitting someone who looks like he’s four times my age, I enjoy that immensely. Add that to my gravestone*. *Ryoka Griffin, 1995 – 2017. “Never knew when to shut up. Also, punched a Dragon.” The old man stumbles backwards. I blink. What? He raises a hand to his nose and looks at the blood gushing from one nostril. Oh no. Oh shit. I didn’t—he’s human? But I thought— “Hmf. Humans are so violent.” And then the old man in front of me wavers, and vanishes.
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