This week's five prompt words in bold.
Lacking the elemental ethos familiar to the elders of his tribe, the savage stood, his sword poised to strike, a lone warrior in his efforts to ditch what had survived for years.
Limbs soared across the room. Heads burst.
When the last invader had been conquered, Bobby rested. He finally spoke.
"Mom. Is dinner ready?" (55 words)
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