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Yanick Champoux (38%)

Lee Watts (18%)

Josip Nað (17%)

Michel Lacombe (16%)

Dorian (4%)

goldkngt55 (3%)

Andrew Avila (2%)

Marten (1%)

Oliver (1%)

Part 8

Yanick Champoux (29/10/2001)

Magdalena sighed deeply. It was over. Thanked be Pancreator, it was over. The carriages' horses finally came to a full stop. Magdalena ruffled her hair and snorted disdainfully. Voroxes, there was not that much to them after all. Nonetheless, she was probably better to leave the scene before the friends of Headless Kitty were to arrive. She turned around to get off the coach...

...and beholded the DXIIth Li-Halan Calvary. It was on its way to the city's barracks, freshly out of a voidship coming back from Stigmata.

Of all present, there was not one man that wasn't a tough-as-nail veteran, not one man that wouldn't have sworn that their eyes had beholded too many marvels, too many horrors for the mocking fingers of surprise to ever tickle their breast again.

The sight of a scrawny lass in a skimpy red dress riding a bullet-ridden, bald headed man-ejecting carriage blowing off a Vorox's head off, however, forced them to reconsider.

Magdalena was lowly cursing the Panrotten Bastard, when a moist gargle bubbled from the carriage's floor. It was the carriage-hijacking scoundrel, rediscovering the joys of consciousness, fleshy perforation and cranial concussion.

"Problem?" he mumbled thickly.

"Depends. Does fifty or so soldiers staring at you can be considered a problem?"

"Not for you. It's me they want."

"I just shot a Vorox in the face..."

"You did?" Demuel winced, "How the Li reacting?"

"There is a kind of shocked silence, right now..."

"That's bad."

"One of them just flicked off his rifle's security."

"You're screwed."

"Thought so."

Demuel took a deep breath. "You know, I might be lying on my back, with a leg leaking like the diaper of an elder Gannock, surrounded by men that want me dead, and even if it's only a question of minutes before the Voroxes jump back into the picture to shred us to bloody ribbons, I can't shake one thought from my mind as my eyes stare skyward."

"Which is?"

"That's a damn fine pair of panties you are wearing."