Kurimi's eyes burned and he stood up.
He wiped the blood from his mouth.
Kurimi shot a glance on the northern direction.
He ran over to the direction and a loud scream was heard.
Kurimi came back holding a man by his neck.
"We are gonna have a good dinner tonight." Kurimi said.
The man started struggling harder, attempting scream but Kurimi held him too tight.
I tell the neophyte: Write a million words–the absolute best you can write, then throw it all away and bravely turn your back on what you have written. At that point, you’re ready to begin. — David Eddings
