"I got him! I got that son of a bitch! This is for my brother you sick fuck!" the man yelled, jabbing The Collector deeply in the side with the same rock.

"He was claimed, and you still killed him!"

The other man kept beating The Collector over the head with the stick. I thought about intervening. How easy would it be to shoot him now that he was losing? Or provide the other men with the weapons inside my satchel. Risky, I thought to myself, gently rubbing my sides. I'm still ...