"When the truth is found to be lies & all the joy within you dies." ~ Jefferson Airplane
A sweet & intense romance, lasting all of five days if you include time spent sleeping off injuries. Not short enough as Das Boot understood these things. Patience was a virtue for others.
Another camp of bored farmers playing at banditry? Why not, the others were all same. Das Boot deigned not to even notice the two guards, leaving them to his homicidal gangsters. Infiltrating the center of the camp he finds their leader. Three quick shots of his iron whip & that so called leader lies at his feet, arms & one leg broken. Das Boot paints the landscape red with his blood, taking his time, working off some frustration. He must have that singular silvery statuesque work of a goddess. He shall have! He snaps out of his reverie. What's taking them so long? Backtracking into the horrible discovery that he is not the only one with a taste for blood landscaping. Whatever else they were not, these last two bandits were well armed.
Gimpy's prone on the grass - out cold! A single glace told that Gimpy was a mess; but, that was normal. At least Gimpy was safe for now. More worrying was the cluster such of body parts surrounding an iron axe armed bandit. The nameless hammer-man still held his own here trying to distract that axeman from gutting the sniper once & for all. Clearly the axeman judged the sniper as the greatest threat - chopping merrily away like some bad, mad, butcher. The sniper crawled & bled & bashed away in return for all he was worth. "Moron's out of ammo," Das Boot muttered, "From now on it's only Elven snipers - who won't blow their wad on Emus." Suril Godanmarbok was down next to the sniper, missing a hand & weaponless, biting the axeman's ankles to even less effect. This axeman would win this one in his own good time.
Das Boot could hear the deceptive Gods of distraction goading him on "Gather up your hearts desire & jet you fool!" Yet there was one more bandit on this battlefield, & he was of Das Boot's own order, a monster truly to be feared. As Das Boot had done to their leader so now this lasher had done to Author SorO. Few bones unbroken remained to Author. Still he rolled & dodged in the mud & gore close to passing out. Das Boot would be next. This had to end now.
Das Boot: *tippy toe* Iron Whip->Arm *whack*
The lasher loses hold of his Silver Whip!
Das Boot's heart beat as never before! He tingled, he blushed, he jumped, he cried out in utter throws of ecstasy! It was real! It was there for the taking! There is true love in this world! IT WAS HIS!
Das Boot: "I loved you as a brother dear lasher. You were the chosen one of the silver order! My chosen one! I .. I .. I LOVE YOU!"
Lasher: "My arm! You bastard!" *bite*
Das Boot: Silver Whip->headshot *splat* "Not cool dude. No biting."
In short order Das Boot remade the axeman into a broken bloody mess, then pulled back to sit & admire his newest love. The axeman was now a gift for his companions to redeem themselves on. They took their time.
Das Boot: "Good job guys - take a day & a half to sleep it off. You too madam Unomanobint."
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