"I'm Going To Kill You!" Peter screamed as he pseudo walk/ran at me.
As he came closer with the growing intensity to do something stupid, he angrily pulled out his sword and literally ran.
"Haaaah!" Peter screamed as he came to me while I stood by.
Just as he was close enough to attack me, two people came to my rescue.
"Clang!"
"What are you doing, Lady Marva!" Peter angrily asked the black woman who blocked him with her thin sword. Then consecutively, Peter felt something tighten around his legs and found it to be vines.
He looked aside and asked with confusion, "You too, Lady Velma? You can't do this; I have a right to kill him!"
"While that may have certain truth to it, you forget that this is war. It is unavoidable to not lose something."
"Something?" Peter widened his eyes, "I didn't lose something, I lost MEN and not a few, but HUNDREDS!"
