"It looks like Tortall will soon know the wrath of the Gods."
There was a flash of blinding white light, and the two goddesses were gone. And Alanna started to sneeze uncontrollably yet again. "I wish they would use less magic to leave," Alanna grumbled unhappily. "But no, we have to make it all dramatic because we are Gods and we can." She walked away cursing frivolous gods, but also thinking about how they were going to defeat Mithros. Mithros, for Mithros' sake.
"Come on, Neal," Kel said. "I think we need to practice. I'm probably out of shape, and you are such a good practice dummy." She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away.
"Now, Kel. Remember the last time you said that I was a good dummy?" Flashback: "Neal, you're such a good practice dummy." "Uh-oh." A couple of minutes later. "Ow," Neal faints from the pain of a broken shoulder and collar bone. Kel:"Woopsie." End of Flashback.
"Nope, I can't remember at all," Kel said innocently. Neal groans. "Now get ready! What do you want to fight with? A staff?"
"No, you're too good at it."
"Glaive?"
"And get chopped into tiny pieces by your slicing fury? I think not."
"Fine, you are good with a sword. We'll use the wooden ones."
"At least you can't kill me as easily with that. Hey, how about wrestling? You really need to polish up on those skills, and my ego needs a big boost from all of the other times you beat the living daylights out of me."
Kel sighed. "I guess you deserve to win just this once, Neal. I'll do it." Neal grinned evilly and stripped off his shirt. Kel caught herself looking at his well-defined muscles. She shook her head. You shouldn't be looking at him that way. He's just your friend, your best friend.You can't love him like that, it's wrong! said her brain.
But you know you love him. You never got over him, you only tricked yourself into thinking you loved Cleon, and then Dom, Her heart said.
Kel shook her head again. "Hey, Kel! Do you have a headache or something?" Neal called out to her.
"No, I'm only thinking," she told him. I just won't say what I was thinking about. Kel got ready to fight, and tore off her boots and socks, rolling up her breeches to her knees.
Neal was still grinning. She's going down. I am finally going to win!
By the way, that last part about what Neal was thinking, was a friendly kind of "you're going down".
There was a flash of blinding white light, and the two goddesses were gone. And Alanna started to sneeze uncontrollably yet again. "I wish they would use less magic to leave," Alanna grumbled unhappily. "But no, we have to make it all dramatic because we are Gods and we can." She walked away cursing frivolous gods, but also thinking about how they were going to defeat Mithros. Mithros, for Mithros' sake.
"Come on, Neal," Kel said. "I think we need to practice. I'm probably out of shape, and you are such a good practice dummy." She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away.
"Now, Kel. Remember the last time you said that I was a good dummy?" Flashback: "Neal, you're such a good practice dummy." "Uh-oh." A couple of minutes later. "Ow," Neal faints from the pain of a broken shoulder and collar bone. Kel:"Woopsie." End of Flashback.
"Nope, I can't remember at all," Kel said innocently. Neal groans. "Now get ready! What do you want to fight with? A staff?"
"No, you're too good at it."
"Glaive?"
"And get chopped into tiny pieces by your slicing fury? I think not."
"Fine, you are good with a sword. We'll use the wooden ones."
"At least you can't kill me as easily with that. Hey, how about wrestling? You really need to polish up on those skills, and my ego needs a big boost from all of the other times you beat the living daylights out of me."
Kel sighed. "I guess you deserve to win just this once, Neal. I'll do it." Neal grinned evilly and stripped off his shirt. Kel caught herself looking at his well-defined muscles. She shook her head. You shouldn't be looking at him that way. He's just your friend, your best friend.You can't love him like that, it's wrong! said her brain.
But you know you love him. You never got over him, you only tricked yourself into thinking you loved Cleon, and then Dom, Her heart said.
Kel shook her head again. "Hey, Kel! Do you have a headache or something?" Neal called out to her.
"No, I'm only thinking," she told him. I just won't say what I was thinking about. Kel got ready to fight, and tore off her boots and socks, rolling up her breeches to her knees.
Neal was still grinning. She's going down. I am finally going to win!
By the way, that last part about what Neal was thinking, was a friendly kind of "you're going down".