Drake pulled his arm back and with all his strength he struck Socrates over and over. The sound of the neck muscles tearing as he yelled.
"I am tired of killing you ugly, piece of crap, vile monsters!" With his final words, Drake swung the rod so hard he could hear bone cracking in the neck as Socrates tumbled to the ground.
Drake backed off, the rod still gripped in his hand as he checked to see if they're was life still left in the animal, but he doubted a possible broken neck could stop something like this.
"I am tired of killing you ugly, piece of crap, vile monsters!" With his final words, Drake swung the rod so hard he could hear bone cracking in the neck as Socrates tumbled to the ground.
Drake backed off, the rod still gripped in his hand as he checked to see if they're was life still left in the animal, but he doubted a possible broken neck could stop something like this.
