Momentum

He lost that day at noon, so he naturally had to get revenge at that moment. James tied his cloak and waved the long spear in his hand. He looked solemn and there was no trace of a smile on his face. However, the more that was the case, the more one could feel the momentum from his body. That kind of momentum was only possessed by those who had really fought on the battlefield, carried guns, and gotten blood on their hands. The red cloak that was like a burning flame rose with the wind and burned more and more fiercely. Martin twisted his wrist, and there was a greedy look in his eyes. "That cloak looks good. I want it." James snorted. "The only problem is that you can't afford it." The two men fought. ...... Hugo and Atlas were hard at work, too. They cooperated to knock out batch after batch of prisoners. Even so, those prisoners seemed to be crazy. They turned all their hopes of escaping into motivation to defeat them. They were like mad dogs who wouldn't let go. Hugo and Atlas defe