We’ve taken the very thing that was to make them great and poured it out all over the ground, trampling it as we fled. We struck, and now we run as the beast we have provoked comes to life. If we lose, we can at least say that we did not go quietly into the night. We stood for what was right. We stood for those who could not stand for themselves.” ~Tony Elora heard the explosion before she felt the heat of it as Cush carried her in his arms. He picked up his pace and his feet never faltered even when the ground quaked. “We almost got in that vehicle,” she mumbled to herself in disbelief. “We would have been blown to teeny tiny bits.” “I can’t imagine you in bite size pieces,” Cush told her, not even breathing hard. “Did you just make a joke?” she asked him as she looked up at him. His lips twitched but he didn’t answer her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled up so that she could look over his shoulder.
