I just had to stay cool. Zen. No punching in the face. Punching would not be Zen.
Juke glanced into her cup before tipping it down to her mouth. "Screw you!" "Now come on, sugar, you know I don't swing that way." "Whatever!
What's that?" "That's my attack poodle.
You will not pass!” Roman thundered. Great. Now he had decided he was Gandalf.
As one, the shapechangers turned and looked at me. I wondered what they'd do if I asked to borrow a cup of sugar.
Your favorite volhv showed up half an hour ago, complaining about his lack of sleep and stupid gods. He says he brought his Batman belt.