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crayCray wasn't having an easy day today it seemed. Even though the day itself was fine. He was outside, among the trees relentlessly hacking away at one of them with a sword. If anyone watched him it was clear he was a expert with the thing, but today his blows were somewhat haphazard and entirely fuelled by anger and sorrow.
His shouts of rage could be heard as he hacked away at the tree, leaving many a deep gash in the bark and he didn't stop until his exhausted body forced him to stop. At the end of it all he dropped his sword, arms and legs shaking from too much strain. The blade was in as much of a ruin as the tree, irrepairably so, he would have to get a new one. He drops to his knees, gasping audiably but maybe the most surprising thing were his eyes, were there tears there?
His shouts of rage could be heard as he hacked away at the tree, leaving many a deep gash in the bark and he didn't stop until his exhausted body forced him to stop. At the end of it all he dropped his sword, arms and legs shaking from too much strain. The blade was in as much of a ruin as the tree, irrepairably so, he would have to get a new one. He drops to his knees, gasping audiably but maybe the most surprising thing were his eyes, were there tears there?
