His work was done, he thought to himself as he got up from his position, he had helped The Saints in another battle, and as the many other battles he had fought in, he had helped them achieve victory. He picked his hat off of the rock he had put it on, as he took up the old rifle he used off of its mount, it dawned on him, that this was his home. Not with The Saint, but a battlefield. It was where he was good, and he was worried about that. He never liked killing, but it was something he was good at, something he was comfortable doing.

He adjusted his coat, opening the front to catch a breeze as it came across the hill he was walking down. Killing was an easy thing to do, if you had the skill, and he had plenty of that. Grey adjusted his hat and it pressed his ears down, it wasn't uncomfortable, as many thought it was, he would hate to lose the hat, it was a really nice hat. The hill he was walking down had others on it, Saints who knew him and thanked him for what he had done in the battle, and like the professional he was, he thanked them in turn

And now he was alone, the men heading off to the local bars and clubs for celebrating, why not, after all, they gave good rates to Saints for keeping them safe, but he walked, and walked over to another hill, one that the raiders had retreated over, and looked over the lands. They were ravaged by the raiders, their work was just getting started here, he could just tell.

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This was a freebee I snagged from the always awesome  purplepardus