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"Ugh," Eric muttered when he woke up. "Maybe badmouthing a god wasn't the best idea." He said with a chuckle as he propped himself up on the bed. When he opened his eyes, Eric found he was in a hospital recovery room. Rainbow Dash was asleep on a bed near him and, from the looks of things, Sapphire was passed out in a chair. "I've never been so popular," he joked to himself. "What happened?" he asked no one. A quick scan of the room showed that he had been there for at least a day and a half. There were four IV bags on the hanging rack beside him, a steadily beeping monitor to his right, and what looked like takeout boxes in the corner.
He pulled an empty bag off the rack and ripped the hose from it; throwing it at Sapphire. "Wake the hell up Blue," he called, tossing a needless syringe at her and hitting her on the nose. She shook her head and ran a hand across her face. "About time you woke up," Eric sniped. She ran her fingers through her eyes and yawned staring at him.
"I could say the same to you," she said, standing up and taking the seat closest to him. "Your asleep while on duty." She pinched the morphine drip he had, letting it cut off. She waited a minute to see if Eric would react to any pain. "Looks like your fit to get back in that suit to me," she said, pulling the morphine needle out of his arm along with the IV. "Princess Celestia ordered me to get you up and about town once you woke up so we can get your muscles used to activity again." She unplugged the heart monitor and EEG machine before taking off the pads that were connected to him.
"Wait,' Eric said before she got him up. "How long was I out?" she shook her head and lifted him onto his feet, letting him lean on her. She walked Eric around the room a few times until he was ready to try it on his own.
"You were in a coma Eric," Sapphire explained as he leaned on a wall for a rest. "A two week coma. You fell into it after the doctors closed a hole in your stomach and lung." She shook her head. "A few time it looked like you were going to go out on the table, but you kept fighting for life." Eric picked up a pair of pants and put them on under the patient gown he wore. "I've never seen someone refuse painkillers during surgery, but you must really fuckin' hate needles." Eric shrugged, holding a scar on his stomach as he took off the gown.
"What can I say," he smirked as he slipped a shirt on over his head. "damn things get me every time." He picked up his coat and felt a wave of exhaustion fall over him. Eric leaned on the counter, breathing heavily. "Could you go get my armor?" he asked Sapphire as he made his way back to the bed, using the counter as support. "I can't stay up for long and it's mechanics should help with that." She nodded and went out of the room. Eric sat down on the edge of the bed, panting and trying to catch his breath. He heard mumbling be hind him and sheets being moved.
"Eric," he heard Dash say as she sat up. She seemed surprised that he was awake. He turned around and gave a weak wave, his breathing still coming in labored bursts. "Oh thank Celestia your awake!" she yelled floating over to him and holding him in her hooves. "I thought I lost you in that crash," she said, a tear falling from her eye. she smacked him with a hoof in the back of the head. "Don't ever do that to me again, you stupid Egghead." Eric laid his arm over her, pulling her closer.
"Can't get rid of this dumb ass that easily," he said with grim humor. Dash sputtered a laugh as he rubbed her shoulder. "So I was out for two weeks, huh?" he asked, having gotten his breath back. Dash nodded, squeezing him tighter. She cried into his shirt, tears he knew she had been saving for this moment. "What did the doctors pull out of me?" Dash sat up and let go of him, wiping her nose with a hoof.
"They," she began haltingly, trying to remember. "They pulled out a few chunks of metal and a stick," she said, poking him gently on the stomach. "A few times I actually though you weren't going to make it, Eric." She said, hugging him again. "Just promise me you won't do that again." Eric chuckled a little, falling into a cough.
"I don't plan on it," he said, kissing her on the forehead. "Right now I plan on getting to a real bed and taking a day long nap." He added with a laugh. Dash laughed with him, wiping her eyes. "I bet our house if finished now," he said. "have you been there yet?" she nodded.
"Twilight went with me to give us some furniture," she said. "and it is nice furniture," she added. "Really big bed, a sofa and a few recliner chairs, big TV." She listed off a few other things too. "And Mat dropped a few crates in the basement, saying you might like what was inside." Eric nodded and tried to stand up again, sitting back down when his legs refused to take his weight. Sapphire came back in carrying a pair of boots, a bag and the chest plate to his armor. A round bag held what Eric suspected was the helmet.
"So how about that leisurely fly to our house?" he asked Dash as Sapphire helped him into the boots. "I can't walk on my own," he explained as Sapphire slipped the large plate and pack over him with the shirt that was attached. "So I was thinking we could take a slow cruise to the house." He smiled at her as he slipped the plated sleeves on. He pulled out a cylinder from his waist, turned it ninety degrees, and pushed it back in. the armor ratcheted back over his legs, stomach, back and neck. A hum came from the pack as Eric took his helmet from Sapphire's hands. "Thanks,"
she waved him on as Dash and Eric walked to the front desk. A nurse tried to stop him, but he paid her no mind. "Mister Johnson!" she receptionist said, surprised to see him up and about. "You really shouldn't be out of bed right now," she said, picking up a phone. Eric held down the disconnect button over the counter.
"Thank you for your concern," he said, taking the phone and putting it back in its cradle. "But I want to go home and sleep in a real bed. Just sign me out, ma'am." The nurse looked at him funny, but didn't object anymore. She handed him the form, Dash filling it out for him. She labeled the address, which he didn't know, and signed the bottom. The nurse took it from her, adding it to a stack for the day. She thanked them for their business as they left.
Dash floated up about fifty feet and called for Eric to join her. Eric sighed, not knowing what had broken in the suit during the crash. Putting on his helmet he ran the diagnostics. There was a glitch in the automated removal systems, but other than that everything was fine. "Lucky me," he said through the speakers. He rose into the air, slowly spiraling up to Dash. "I'm ready when you are," he said, hovering beside her. she smiled and nodded, slowly taking wing toward the mountain the house was built on. Eric straightened out as he moved forward, laying out and holding his arms at angles to keep the angle of attack straight.
Eric and Dash passed over the city walls, slowly turning flips and spirals around each other as they went. Eric lifted his faceplate, sliding it back over the helmet until it rested on the back of his head. Flying felt great, much better than riding in an airplane. It was liberating, like he could go anywhere he wanted at will. Dash flipped upside down flying abreast underneath him. "Isn't this great?" she asked, yelling over the wind. Eric smiled and did a barrel roll, releasing a trail of smoke from his arms like a show plane. Dash flipped back, flapping as she rose above him. "You want to try some tricks?" she asked as he turned over and looked up at her.
"Sure," he replied, lowering the faceplate again. "Which one do you want to tackle first?" he asked over the loudspeaker. She nodded and took him through a series of flips and loops, testing his agility before beginning the lessons. Eric preformed a backward flip while still traveling forward. He pulled a near ninety degree turn without slowing down, the G forces pressing the air out of his lungs. He dove toward the ground, pulling up with Dash just before striking the ground. She looked back at the cloud of dust his thrusters kicked up, returning hier view to the fore in time to see a cliff coming up fast. She pulled up and away, Eric mirroring her moves before coming back in a loop. They spiraled around each other as they flew up the cliff face.
"You're pretty good for somepony with no wings!" she said with a grin before landing on the edge of the cliff. Eric leaned back on his thrusters, letting the force decrease until he floated above the ground. "I bet you could give the Wonderbolts a challenge." She said as he touched down and slid the faceplate back. Eric shrugged and smiled, the hydraulics hissing.
"Thanks," he said, bumping his knuckles on her hoof. "but I'm not nearly as dexterous as you are." Dash laughed and took to the air again. She floated around the area for a while before signaling their break was over. They took to the air again, this time picking up speed before leveling off in the sky.
"Alright," she said, floating back and forth like a drill instructor. "It's time to learn. I want you to get up some speed, do a backward roll and pull up at a one hundred and twenty degree angle. This will force around eight G's on you, so you have a high possibility of passing out and falling out of the sky." She got up in his face. "Can you handle it, Firebird?" she asked, using the nickname she heard floating around Canterlot the past week. Eric kissed her before dropping the face plate.
"Damn sure," he said before shooting straight up. Eric watched the altimeter, stopping when he reached five thousand feet. "Here goes," he said as he cut the thrusters. Eric rolled back, corkscrewing towards the ground. The speedometer clocked up to five hundred mph before he kicked in the thrusters. Eric leveled out a foot from the ground with a flare of red coming out of the nozzles. He gained some altitude before cutting the thrusters and leaning back. Eric forced them into life, blue flames trailing him as the blood was forced into his feet from the G's. He continued back up to Dash before activating the air brakes, the panels slowing him down to a stop in front of her.
"Good," she said as he raised the display. "Not many Pegasi get that one on their first try. They usually have to try it three times before they get it down." Eric shook his head, suddenly nauseous. "You ok?" Dash asked as he leaned back some and watched the horizon to settle his stomach. Eric shook his head and lowered the display.
"I just need to lay down for a while," he said, holding his abdomen. "I think that trick stressed my staples." He righted himself and turned towards the glint of the windows, waving Dash towards the house. "And I bet you wouldn't mind sleeping in an actual bed." she nodded and flew past him, letting him catch up.
Eric touched down on the flat surface beside the building, grass starting to sprout on the black soil. The west face was glass, a Lexan floor let you seemingly walk on air. The architecture was like that of a space age earth home. There were slight angles to the roof and walls, slanting back and out respectively. The walls were the color of adobe bricks while the composite roof looked and felt like wood. It was rather cozy in Eric's opinion. Dash landed next to him, opening the door. "Looks like Alice has the fire going," she said, mentioning the AI that ran the property.
Eric walked in and began unclasping the sections of his suit, sliding the arms off and carrying them to the mannequin. He took off the boots and greaves, slipping them onto the false body. He took off the scales around his back and stomach, hooking them to the dummy before setting the chest piece and helmet on. Her clasped it all together, activating the lock so it didn't fall over. "If you didn't know better," he said, placing the helmet on the neck brace. "You'd think it could walk out and fight the zombies for us."
Dash laughed and poked the empty suit. "Wouldn't that be a bummer," she said. "Take all the fun out of my new job." She smiled at Eric as he raised an eyebrow. "While you were in that coma, some things attacked Night Forge. Celestia told me to lead a squad of Pegasi in and cut them down. We did such a good job that she made the wing official." She trotted off into kitchen, pouring a cup of water. "I'm now the leader of the Night Hawks." She said, handing a cup to Eric. He took the drink and nodded. She deserved something with a decent paycheck.
Eric fell back on the large four poster bed, sighing as the pillow cradled his neck and head. "This is so much better than that brick the gave me at the hospital," he groaned as he stretched. Dash floated above the mattress, tucking her wings and cannon balling into the pillow top. Eric grunted as the bed tossed him around. "Don't do that," he sighed as the stitched inside of him protested. Dash giggled and cuddled up next to him.
"Sorry, babe," she said, kissing his cheek. "I couldn't help myself." She laid her head on his collar as Eric wrapped an arm around her. "So when do you think Celestia will call you back into action," she asked, looking up at him as he thought about the question.
"Not for another day at least," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I feel like I could sleep for a few days." He closed his eyes, bringing Dash closer to him. "What about you," he asked. "How did you like your first solo mission?" she sighed and shrugged.
"It was ok," she said, pulling the blanket further over them. "We got the job done way too quickly though. It was like the things wanted us to win." She felt Eric shudder at the thought. It really unnerved Eric. If the zombies had a leader that could think up tactics that effectively, they were doomed. "Don't think about it too much, baby." Dash said, nuzzling against his chest. "All I want you to have on your mind right now is me and getting better." Eric chuckled at how she seemed to stop thinking only about herself in the time he had been under.
"Alice, turn off everything." He alerted the AI. "We're going to sleep." The lights dimmed into nothing as the sound of the fire died away. "Goodnight, Alice." He said as Dash began to snore. The AI pinged quietly over the speaker system in the ceiling.
"It is twelve hundred hours, sir," Alice said. "I would hardly call it night." Eric face palmed mentally. He would have to alter her interface systems to make her more bearable. Eric forgot about it as she tinted the windows to darken the house. He felt sleep overtake him, falling out of consciousness.
Beepbeepbeep!
"its too damn early," Eric mumbled before falling back to sleep.
Beepbeepbeep!
"Dammit, if he's started another fire…"
Beepbeepbeep!
Eric reached for the glasses as the flashed and emitted that blasted noise. He slid them on out of reflex, pushing the transmit button without opening his eyes. "Kevin, if you've started another chemical fire in my lab, I swear I'm gonna…" he said into the mic, only to be cut off.
"Who the hell is Kevin?" Mat asked. Eric opened his eyes, shutting them quickly and growling from the light. Eric slipped out from under Dash, sitting up on the side of the bed.
"Alice," he called. "open the windows and start the coffee, I'm awake." The AI went about the commands without comment. "sorry, thought this was all a dream for a moment," Eric looked around, sighing when he saw Dash was still asleep. "Kinda glad it isn't though." He stood up and found the pants from earlier, putting them on before walking into the kitchen.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors, Eric?" Alice asked. Eric proceeded to pour a cup of coffee as he listened to Mat shuffle some papers around and type on a computer. "It seems a little counter productive considering it is twenty-three hundred hours." Eric drank his coffee.
"Shut up, Alice," he said in a deadpan. "You can turn in again when Dash needs you, I'm doing business." The AI acknowledged his request, turning off until Rainbow Dash called for her. Eric heard Mat finish what he was doing, chirping the mic. "Ow," Eric said in another deadpan, taking a drink.
"Sorry," Mat said. "Who's Alice?" he asked. Eric explained about the house's AI. "Ah," Mat said. "Well, bad news Eric." Mat said. Eric considered mentioning the fact he had been woke up. "The Zombies are mobilizing again, this time in an organized fashion." Eric dropped his mug, his mouth agape as the ceramics shattered on the floor. "You ok? I thought I heard something break."
Eric rushed toward the armor, finding a stray shirt in the living room and putting it on. "Yeah, I'm fine. How organized?" he heard some papers being moved as he slipped on the leggings and chest plate of his armor. Eric had the sleeves on and was about to activate the suit when Rainbow Dash walked into the room.
"What's going on?" she asked groggily, wanting to know why he had gotten up. She blinked as she saw him twist the cylinder and push it in. the armor ratcheted back over him, Alice having fixed it in the middle of their nap. Lightning struck the mountainside above, the boom causing them both to jump. "Why are putting that on?" she demanded. Eric tapped the glasses, letting her know it was work. "No, you're still hurt." She objected, walking up and fumbling with the suit, trying to take it off of him. "You are not fighting zombies until your better." Eric noticed something was off about the way she was acting. She had demonstrated the ability to remove his armor before, but the way she was fumbling and groping at the suit told a different story.
Eric shoved her away. "Who are you?" he asked, kneeling next to her and setting his right thruster to standby. The tube glowed blue in the dark room. "My Dash already knows how to get this off of me, so you aren't her." He adjusted the burning hole closer to the imposter's head. "So tell me who the hell you are." The pony before him laughed in a familiar voice.
"I could be anyone you want, Eric," she said, turning into his dead wife and staring him down. Eric just pushed his arm closer. "Ok, maybe not the best choice. All things considered." The faux image of Roxanne turned into Liam, his son. Eric suppressed his urge to embrace his son. "I see I've hit a sensitive subject," Liam said to him as he lowered his arm slightly. "Let's say that I can be your greatest friend, or your worst nightmare." Liam faded into a shadowed form, falling into the floor and climbing up into a speaker. "Let us say I am the true, Thing that Should Not Be. I am the terror of the night, Slayer." The shadow darted into the corner, Eric following the figures every move. "I have come with an offer, and quite a juicy one I may add." The shadow covered the walls and windows, setting the area in a black haze. "I have your mare, she is mine to do with as I please. That is, unless you do exactly as I say."
"Mat," Eric said into his glasses. "I'll have to call you back." He turned off the lenses, folding them and tossing them where he knew a table was. "When did you take her?" Eric asked before sitting down.
"In the middle of your rest, Slayer," the figure said seeming to laugh at him. "Now listen. You will continue to perform your duties, fooling the princesses into believing all is well as you lay waste to the hordes of undead I send your way. In a few months time, the horde will make a second attack on Night Forge and Canterlot at the same time. At that time, I want you to slay the Sun God that resides in this land's monarchy." The shadow showed Eric the real Rainbow Dash. She was bound in chains, looking at him like she had been beaten for days. " In exchange, this image shall be no more. I will release her to you once we control the city of Canterlot and you two will be free to live your lives as you wish. But if you should turn against me," the image of Dash vanished. "She will cease to exist. I will destroy her very atoms."
Eric sat in the darkness, thinking about what the being had said. He could turn on him right then and there, put up a bravado, but he knew the creature meant business. He didn't doubt that it wouldn't hesitate to kill her outright and show it to him. Eric decided to play it safe, search for a loophole in the beings demands. "Alright," Eric said. "But I want to be notified before every attack and given exact numbers before hand." He got the impression of the darkness nodding.
"I'm honestly thrilled that you see it my way," the creature growled in its manner. "I ensure you that no harm shall come to your mare." The darkness began to fade, moving around the room to the door. "And if anything should ask where the Pegasus is, tell them that I took her. They will believe you." And with that the creature was gone.
Eric put on his helmet, walking into the basement. There was a tunnel that let out near the bottom of the mountain and two crates. Eric walked over to the first of the two crates and read the note attached. "Weapons," Eric read aloud. He gripped the lid and the body, pulling them apart easily. Eric dug through the straw, pulling out cases of ammunition, two rotary mini-guns, four assault rifles of varying caliber, and multitudes of pistols that had .357, .44, .45 magnum, and .500 S&W caliber.
There was a rocket tube and several extra rockets, two 40mm rifles, and a wooden stand with gold tinted swords loaded on and fastened with rope. He set them out around the room, leaving the blades by the tunnel. He returned to the other case, reading the note. "For your suit," he read aloud again. Breaking it open, he found a six by sis platform. It was hollow and stood three feet above the floor. "The hell is this?" he asked no one. He stepped onto it, finding two foot shaped depressions on the base. He stood in them, sending a blue light through the system. The top opened around him, an orange boom arm lifted to eye level. It had another note.
Eric, congratulations on the suit. I can see it has speed and flexibility, so I designed a few add-ons for it. Any attachments are built around the design, so they will not interfere with the construction. First of all, plasma isn't as unstable as you think, though the thruster system is more efficient and requires less maintenance. You went around the idea rather narrow mindedly, using chemicals instead of the near limitless energy of the fusion reactor. These attachments are designed to give you the power of plasma, and leave your arms free to use during flight.
Mat.
"Ok," Eric said, wadding up the note and tossing it aside. "If it can be done, do it." With the words, the remaining booms went to work on the suit. They rearranged the thrusters on the arms to the shoulders, adding two bands to his arms. Next they reached around the room, taking one of the mini-guns and attaching it to the back of his shoulder. They disassembled several of the pistols, attaching parts of them to the wrists of the suit. They took apart his abdomen and back plates, reconstructing it with thicker parts and adding to the understructure. They did the like to the rest of the suit, adding parts and changing plates.
When the process ended, Eric's suit was bigger and heavier, but more streamlined and aerodynamic. The Heads Up Display in his helmet showed a list of the weapons he now had. Eric let loose a wild grin. "Mat, you're a genius," he said as he read the list. He had plasma blades, launchers, explosives and a cutting torch. The ballistics readout was also impressive. The Mini-gun had a fifty caliber chain of a thousand rounds and sat on his left shoulder, one of the rifles had been worked into an automated system on his right. The pistols had been mounted on the back of his gauntlet, four barrels were loaded with .44 magnum rounds and four held .500 S&W.
Eric felt a sharp pain in his neck before the neck plates were replaced. It developed into a headache that vanished after a few moments. The system gave him a heads up, informing him that the AI had been removed and the suit was controlled by intent now. "Hot shit," he said, thinking about activating the plasma blades. Two curved tracks of electricity appeared from the backs of his wrists. They were about four inches thick at the base and curved forward, ending in a point a foot in front of his thumbs. He put them away, readying the launcher. He felt the palm of his hand heat up and watched as it glowed. He pointed to the wall, loosing a bolt of red light that struck the wall and charred a foot wide area. The display informed him that he had toe blades, launchers in his hands and feet, and plasma spikes that could project from anywhere on the suit's skin.
Eric watched the boom arms collapse into the base, closing over them and releasing their clamps. Eric stepped forward and off of the platform, jumping and flipping into a horizontal stance before rocketing out of the tunnel. It curved down and to the right, letting out behind the rock formation. Eric brought the radio up, calling the squad. "This is Firebird to all members," he said, using the name that what he thought was the real Dash used. "Meet me at the city gates and prepare to attack the enemy."
Eric landed in a cloud of water vapor as he came in at speed, running to the gates from a few hundred yards away. Mat, Sapphire, Leoj and Soaring were there. "Soarin!" Eric yelled before stopping before him. "You are in charge of the Night Hawks now," he looked at their confused faces, all but Leoj. "She's been taken by something while we slept." Eric explained. He lifted his faceplate and stared at Mat. "Thanks for the stuff by the way. Best housewarming present ever." The super soldier nodded at the complement. "Now, where are they?"
The group spent the next half hour under a field tent, figuring out their best approach to the situation. "As far as we know," Sapphire continued. "The undead are incapable of flight. So that means the Night Hawks are safe from enemy air patrols. But the bad thing is," she stopped, pulling out a map of the Everfree forest and Ponyville. "They took back the town and control everything in the area. We have reports of Cockatrices, Manticores, Dragons, Trolls and Diamond dogs having succumbed to this…" she waved both of her hands around her. "This shadow creature. It has an army ten times the size of ours, but the soldiers don't tend to stick to the plan when a meal is on the table."
"Don't tell me your thinking what I think you are," Eric said from the other side of the table. "Are you suggesting live bait?" he asked, looking around. "Its barbaric to even consider." She shook her head, pointing to a location between Ponyville and Canterlot.
"This is where we take back that area and add the Everfree to pony domain." She said. "We have several unicorns versed in manipulation and conjuration. They will turn a pile of meat into the likeness of four ponies who will venture into Ponyville under their control. If all goes to plan, the enemy will take the bait and be drawn into this bottleneck here." She pointed to a mountain pass wide enough for a single dragon or troll to traverse.
"Then what?" The unicorn named Little Strife asked. "We take all they throw at us when they're done with their meal and hope for the best?" the unicorn shook his mane. "Suicide, all you humans ever think about is suicide runs!"
"No," Eric said, stepping in front of him as he tried to walk away. "We try to save the most lives while taking the least amount of losses." Everypony and human looked at him, obviously seeing him as a leader. "We will make our stand there, kill as many as we can, and then we pull back to refit and regroup." He looked around raised his voice. "We will win, for Canterlot!" he yelled. "On earth, there was an ancient king, wise and strong. He wanted to take a civilization know as Greece with his undefeated army. The leader of a piece of this nation left his land against orders, three hundred men with him. They made a stand like this against ten thousand soldiers. They were out numbered immeasurably and killed. But before they fell, they had killed over five thousand of the invading force. They gave the people time to get away from their doom." He looked around the area, pointing towards the banners of Celestia and Luna that flew over the castle.
"I will take anyone that is willing to fight to protect their monarchs and land into that pass. I will lead the assault and I will bring all survivors back to their homes under personal guard. I cannot guarantee your life, but I can guarantee your victory. All that are with me!" he held up his fist. "ARU!" he roared. The resounding wave of battle cries was overwhelming. Not a single mouth was still, the cry even echoed over the walls of the city towards them. Eric turned back to the leading members, seeing their fists raised in agreement. All but Strife had responded, he just stood there, staring Eric down. "That is why we fight, Strife. We fight for our friends and family, not for glory or status." The pony spat on his chest.
"Then you die a fool, Firebird," he said, walking around him. "I learned early on that not all is as it is spoken, that peace could not exist without chaos and all is not good in this world. Your arrival and ascension to legend proves this further," the pony's horn glowed as a blade rose and darted toward Eric. Eric raised his gauntlet and caught the blade, taking it and twisting it out of shape. "You are not immortal, there is talk but it is naught but rumor. You can die like any of us here." He turned around again, looking back at him. "I will fight, but I fight for myself and myself alone." And with that he walked away.
"Do you think we can trust him Leonidas?" Leoj asked him, walking up beside him. He held the twisted blade in his hand, dropping it again. "An enemy with nothing to lose is a dangerous foe." Eric looked at him sideways.
"He isn't an enemy," Eric said. "he is an ally with nothing to gain and everything to lose. This makes him a liability." Eric turned around and faced the maps. "Give me topography reports on this and a sandbox. I need to know everything before I lead half of fucking Canterlot to their deaths. And Leoj," the immortal sidled up to him. "I want you to lookout for that unicorn when we deploy. Make sure he makes it home in one piece."
Wow, a little 300-ish right? Oh well, it was a fucking great movie :P
Anyhow, how is Eric going to take his predicament? Did I spell the Spartan king's name right?
ALLTHIS AND MORE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
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Leoj Clocktum and Little Strife property of Timefather64.
Night Forge property of Najee.