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You leap on Sigall with a vikeing like howl, you hold the bread sack with both hands as you arc it into his head, the blow makes him spin away. Flecks of blood drip off the bread. You swing over and over again, and by now Sigall is not even resisting at all. The crowd looks horrifyed and excited. | You leap on Sigall with a vikeing like howl, you hold the bread sack with both hands as you arc it into his head, the blow makes him spin away. Flecks of blood drip off the bread. You swing over and over again, and by now Sigall is not even resisting at all. The crowd looks horrifyed and excited. Nobody stops you and they seem to be enjoying the show on some level. The sack finally breaks open sending bread everywhere. But Sigall is dead by now, his brains dirty the floor. | ||
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You leap on Sigall with a vikeing like howl, you hold the bread sack with both hands as you arc it into his head, the blow makes him spin away. Flecks of blood drip off the bread. You swing over and over again, and by now Sigall is not even resisting at all. The crowd looks horrifyed and excited. Nobody stops you and they seem to be enjoying the show on some level. The sack finally breaks open sending bread everywhere. But Sigall is dead by now, his brains dirty the floor.