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"I will refrain from doing that. I will allow you to come with us." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Zelda resisted the urge to hug the Swordsman. "Thank you Naekos, you dont know how much it means to me." she may not have hugged him but the tone of her voice communicated the joy she felt in not having to go backto the castle.
"Now shall we go and feed the ravenous hordes?" Theses are evil....VERY evil, someone rescue me pls!
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"Go see what you can do about the fire. I have a rabbit nest to find." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Rabbits nest?...I thought they had burrows" Zelda replied, as Naekos glared at her again she back away, "Okay, Okay, I will go and get the fire up and crackling."
Making her way back through the wood Zeldas heart sang. She didnt have to go back, she could stay! This happy though sustained her through the damp walk and back into camp. Theses are evil....VERY evil, someone rescue me pls!
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It took twenty more minutes of careful searching through the wet underbrush before Nękos found the opening to the burrow in the mud. It had to be a miserable dwelling down there. At least the night was unseasonably warm, or these conditions would be icy. He put his ear to the hole, covering the other with his hand to damp out the sounds of falling drops; a minute or so of concentration yielded the faint sounds of small furry creatures moving around in the mud den, attempting to stay comfortable. Well, he thought, they won't have to worry about it much longer. He plunged a hand down inside, bringing it back out with a rabbit kicking and struggling to free the hind leg he held onto. A quick jerk brought the head up into reach, where he yanked it quickly around with another loud snap. Somehow, the sensation brought a bit of relief to his quickly-mounting frustrations.
The second went just as easily, and with the same effect. The third, unfortunately, began to scream, a sound to chill the blood of any creature. Its demise brought even greater relief, in the cessation of the horrific noise.
The Swordsman sat there for a moment, crouched amongst the wet leaves, fingering the dead creature thoughtlessly as he fumed over the most recent developments. The flesh felt good - pliable, yet firm. It would be a good meal. Almost without thinking about it, his fingers tore open a small section of the skin, allowing him an opening to tear out a piece of meat in his teeth. His stomach only began to growl more, reminding him to return the game to camp before he ate everyone's dinner. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Rosaline and Rylus returned to camp carrying three plump, yet limp, birds. The fire was burning brightly for it being in the rain, and the group was huddled moderately close to the flames. Zelda however was a little farther back from the group. Rylus took a seat near the fire, but Rose went to sit by Zelda. She tried, but couldn't give her a smile. She squeezed her arm gently before she pulled out one of her daggers and began skinning the bird.
"You're supposed to pluck that." Zelda said quietly.
"Let's just say I'm not in a plucking mood.'' Rose replied. "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton
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"I hear voices," Ken-Dall whispered as her party moved along the road. "There's a fire up ahead."
"Maybe it's them," Moon whispered as well, with an edge of excitement to her voice.
"And maybe it's a band of robbers," Slade pointed out from the back. His weapon came out in a muted sling of metal, as did Krasala's.
"Shh..." Krasala said, glaring back at all three. She, too, drew her steel as they picked their way along. If they were to have the upper hand, the element of surprise was needed. Ken-Dall drew her dagger as well, eyes darting to & fro, in case of an ambush. Moon had forgotten her weapon in her rush to leave, & now sincerely wished she had taken the time to grab it. She only hoped that whoever was ahead was friendly. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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The Swordsman's eyes flicked up from the fire. Senyik noticed, as did Miri and Meekal. He patted the hilt of his sabre discreetly, and nodded in the direction of the road. All hands moved slowly to hilts; Miri fingered her bow. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Rosaline's back was to the road, as was Zelda's. Rose watched Nękos for a moment, then opened her ears to the road behind her. She reached to her side and pretened to scratch and itch, she also checked to see that her sword was clear. Zelda did the same. Rose then went back to skinning the second bird, though her ears and thoughts stayed on the road. "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton
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Krasala, in the lead, stopped her horse. In succession, the others did the same. She & Slade slid from their mounts, followed by Ken-Dall. With a quick hand motion, Slade indicated to Moon to stay put. His sister's glare was enough to make her nod. She did not have the reins to hold onto, so she grabbed a tuft of the mare's mane & waited as they inched toward the clearing, where there once was noise...now suddenly quiet. Too quiet. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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Darion listened intently, but now the noise was gone. The Swordsman seemed just as alert, however, focusing his attention in only one direction. He seemed sure that was the only direction the threat was in. The entire group was poised to bring their weapons to bear. Darion reached to his belt and grabbed his dagger as well as keeping a solid hold on Halcyon. The Swordsman rose from where he sat without a sound and motioned for Senyik and Darion to stay with the group. Then he was off, jumping up into a nearby tree and disappearing.
Darion and the rest of the group remained quiet and vigilant. It was then that Darion spotted two people, a man and a woman coming towards them. He could see that both carried weapons. Darion knew the Swordsman was watching this whole thing, but he had no idea when he was going to react to the threat. "We have much to say about this, but it is hard to explain because you are slow to understand." Hebrews 5:11
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Nękos crouched by a tree, sabre drawn, peering through the darkness; finally made a decision. "Who goes there?" It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"So much for a surprise," Krasala muttered.
Slade whispered to Ken-Dall, "Get her hidden." Ken-Dall nodded & grabbed the dangling reins of Moon's horse, leading her off the trail. The brother & sister looked at one another. "Us," Slade ventured to the voice. Krasala shook her head at his brilliant comeback.
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The entire group heard a loud sigh come from one of the two that was approaching. "That'd be us, Swordsman." the man replied. The two came into full view of the rest of the group. "We thought it might be your group but we weren't sure."
"Krasala, Slade, it is good to see you two." the Swordsman replied. Darion and Senyik eased up on their weapons seeing that it was two members of the Strike Force. The rest soon did the same. "Where are the Queen and the Princess?"
"They're behind us, waiting for an all clear signal." Slade replied. "We have much to say about this, but it is hard to explain because you are slow to understand." Hebrews 5:11
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Nękos immediately relaxed, but did not by any means look happier. "Slade. What the hell are you doing here? I presume Moon is with you." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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The Queen's guards sighed, stepping into view. "Yes," Slade answered, sounding not at all happy about it. "She is, indeed, with us." Krasala simply scowled in response. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"I should have authorized you restraint."
"I took that liberty somewhat for myself," Krasala admitted. "She began galloping off to catch you all, and I had to grab her horse to hold her back."
"Understandable. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Ken-Dall poked her head out from the trees where she & Moon hid. "Is it safe?" she asked. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"Well," Slade replied, "we did find the group we wanted. But Nękos is with them. So decide how safe it is." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Not very safe," Moon mumbled as she emerged from her place, having slid from her horse to hide behind Ken-Dall. Both sisters moved toward Nękos & his force, Moon with her head bowed. "I already know what you're going to say." She indicated to the Swordsman. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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