Already in the dungeon, chained up in his own cell, lay a bleeding, suffering Stride.

Still breathing, and therefore not suffering near as much as he should've been. It would have been so much better to look down at his dead body and know he would never hurt anybody again.

Bearded frog man threw Aimes and me into the cell next to him. But neither of us would go down without a fight. In near perfect sync, we spun around and charged him.

He hit the opposite wall of the ...