quite eradicated
They always cried foul, cried innocence. Why warn a trespasser? Why warn someone who would just as likely strike him down without just cause? Ezekiel thought little of honor or nobility. It was not his way, and it was not the way of the world. Savages, the lot of them, masquerading as if they were more. It offended the very core of his being, the very idea that something within them was made for morals and justices gauged by soft values and the weak thoughts of pacifism. No, he knew the truth. He knew what it was to fight and to live, and the rush of adrenaline that reminded him what it was to feel.
His blow scraped by and Ezekiel’s momentum carried him forward. Teeth came after him, but the coyote was faster than the wolf. All of his feet pushed against the earth and turned him around sharply, diving fast and low for an exposed haunch. Strike and retreat was his style of fight; he slashed at the wolf’s leg and darted aside, moving with the speed his mother’s bloodline had given him. Fight to kill, was what his uncle had said, and so he did. Either this man would run or he would join the ranks of the dead along their borders.
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