falls onto him. He then rolls them both as Mark tries to recover and climbs to a full mount on this new adversary. Mark is still trying to figure out what happened when the punches and elbows begin to rain down on his head and face. A few well connected blows and Steve climbs up to his feet placing Moe’s sword onto his back. Then his own.

That was easier than expected. All the talk was bullshit after all.

He turns away and walks to the shelter where he takes a handful of the red flares and drops them into his pocket. A sandwich that looks kind of old is the best breakfast he is going to find so he takes that too.

Behind him he can hear Mark dust himself off and stand slowly. Then call out to him: You