OH MY BOVRIL WHY ARE THESE CHAPTERS SO PATHETICALLY SHORT?
After a quick introduction, Misana had led them inside. The entrance was also grande. Volger watched as he led them through the mansion. Suddenly, he stopped. Dylan and Alek ran into him. They staggered back disoriented.
"Blisters, Mr. Forell!" Dylan snapped iritably. Dr. Barlow and Misana stopped and turned.
"Is everything OK back there?" Misana asked. Volger skittered over to case with five vertically sheathed blades that ended in a curve. They were in ebony sheathes, had golden kanji flowing down elegently, and had ornately wrapped handles.
"The elegance, the streamlined body!" Volger said excitedly. "So beautiful!" Despite himself, Alek found himself walking as though in a trance to stare through the case. Volger clapped a hand on his shoulder, wriggling about. Alek knew that the man wanted nothing more then to swing the sword at him.
"Aren't they something?" Volger swooned. Chuckling, Misana joined them.
"So you have a thing for swordplay too?" he grinned. Volger nodded without looking at him. Misana opened the case and stood aside. "Would you like to?" Volger looked so excited, his head looked like it was going to explode.
"Yessir!" he said and gently took the middle blade. "Hans, take one. I think your out of practice." Alek glanced at the man, paling slightly. Volger's grin was manic. It sent chills running up and down his spine. He gingerly grasped a blade with red kanji instead of gold.
"I can already tell," smirked Misana. "this is going to be quite interesting. "Follow me." He took the lead again and bouncing on the balls of his feet, led him out and into a courtyard. There were a cluster of trees, like a small forest. Volger's grin widened and his eyes gave Alek a horrible sense of foreboding.
It was large space, that was open in the center. It had pine trees, cherry trees, and bamboo mingling together. There looked like several coves created out of large gray rocks.
"My," said Dr. Barlow. "This is wonderful, Seikei!" Misana smiled, flushing. Volger abruptly stopped grinning and he glared at Misana with such poison and ice that Alek thought he was going to draw the katana and stab him to death right then and there. Why would Dr. Barlow calling a man by his first name bother him so?
"Thank you, Nora," Misana smiled meekly. A vein pulsed in Volger's temple. But he spun on his heels and, snatching Alek by the arm, dragging him onto the clearing.
"Well, Hans," he said icily. "I honestly hope you don't expect the usually, lest blood might just be spilled- intentional or not." Alek gulped as he took up his stance, terror constricting his lungs.
END NOTE: LOLOLOLOL the way Volger talks about swords, you would think he was talking about women. I'M SURE THAT MAKES DR. BARLOW FEEL GOOD ABOUT HERSELF.