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things could escalate
quickly, if you had small armies to back up your hurt feelings.
"Oh, right, because we should believe that? A mere
child walks to the woman's door and charms her into giving over? I rather meant
his arranging aid and comfort to our enemies. I noticed that you skipped that
part, didn't you Countess? He's fed and healed them all, in their time of need,
so they can turn on us at a later date and-"
Timon took his own turn making noises. His was a soft, very
dark, chuckle however.
"Lack of information on your part Baron Talley, is
leading you to the wrong conclusion. County Montblanc lost over ten percent of
their men to the Gray Plague. More than that, most likely, along with about
four percent of their women. That's not including the children that died. Yes,
you're right, I got them healing amulets, the ones that would have gone there
originally, if I hadn't stolen them in the first place. Only after Heather
Montblanc swore to rejoin the King's side did I provide them for her. Notice
that I haven't for anyone else? Yet . Nearly a half million people died
there, because I held back their only hope. It seemed fitting that I help them,
on the other side, when their Countess came back to us. Would you have done
differently?"
"This is a crock of shit! It was the King that held
back those amulets, not some boy that's hardly old enough to find his own cock.
You're lucky that Countess Alan didn't finish the job and make a girl of you! I
hear she and her pet assassin raped your ass boy, is that so? Do you love the
feel of a man in you now?"
Timon went still, forcing air into his lungs as a flashback
hit him. As luck would have it, the Larval Assassin hadn't stuck anything up
his butt, but he had nearly been unmanned by the woman. Before he killed her.
It didn't help that Bethany and the others were right there, looking at him,
each with a little more fear in their eyes now, for some reason.
Timon made himself sound calm. Reasonable even, if a little
flat. It was the best he could manage, given everything.
"No, they didn't do that last bit. Just other things.
It was bad enough. So, just to speed this up, I'll take your challenge. I
assume that you're armed? I'll be there in a few minutes, as soon as I off load
these others."
"No! Timon, we can't-" Countess Printer sounded
horrible, but distant, as if she'd moved away from the device. It was Karl that
spoke, his words low and respectful sounding.
"Countess... Baron Talley? I know that you can't hear
it in him, but he's in a combat rage. If it weren't for the shield I have on, I
don't think I'd be able to stand, for all the aura he's casting." Nothing
else was added, but the huge man opened the door to his right side, being in
the back and moved behind his own seat, so that the girls could leave.
It wasn't lost on Timon that he held his own ground
otherwise though. That was rare, since most people confronted with a person in
combat rage tried to get away as soon as possible. As soon as Bethany moved
out, helped by the man, he closed the door and moved into the front passenger
seat, as if he had no fear at all. Then, he was big and Timon wasn't a great
fighter, was he?
"We're coming now. Perhaps it would be best to set up
outside? I'd recommend you offer to fight him bare handed, Baron. It won't be a
fair fight, but if you insist he have a real chance, you'll likely die this
day."
"I think not." He sounded pretty certain at least.
Timon nodded, working it out. It was, for whatever reason, a
trap. He wasn't thinking clearly, but he could see the set up and really, being
right on top of the other one, it was most likely related. That would mean
what? It was difficult to put it all together, his head feeling slow and funny.
Almost like a regular person or something.
Focusing he managed to kick himself into a higher mental
state, his brain running faster, and hopefully clearly enough to make sense. It
might not be part of the Ancient plot, directly. Or it might
quickly, if you had small armies to back up your hurt feelings.
"Oh, right, because we should believe that? A mere
child walks to the woman's door and charms her into giving over? I rather meant
his arranging aid and comfort to our enemies. I noticed that you skipped that
part, didn't you Countess? He's fed and healed them all, in their time of need,
so they can turn on us at a later date and-"
Timon took his own turn making noises. His was a soft, very
dark, chuckle however.
"Lack of information on your part Baron Talley, is
leading you to the wrong conclusion. County Montblanc lost over ten percent of
their men to the Gray Plague. More than that, most likely, along with about
four percent of their women. That's not including the children that died. Yes,
you're right, I got them healing amulets, the ones that would have gone there
originally, if I hadn't stolen them in the first place. Only after Heather
Montblanc swore to rejoin the King's side did I provide them for her. Notice
that I haven't for anyone else? Yet . Nearly a half million people died
there, because I held back their only hope. It seemed fitting that I help them,
on the other side, when their Countess came back to us. Would you have done
differently?"
"This is a crock of shit! It was the King that held
back those amulets, not some boy that's hardly old enough to find his own cock.
You're lucky that Countess Alan didn't finish the job and make a girl of you! I
hear she and her pet assassin raped your ass boy, is that so? Do you love the
feel of a man in you now?"
Timon went still, forcing air into his lungs as a flashback
hit him. As luck would have it, the Larval Assassin hadn't stuck anything up
his butt, but he had nearly been unmanned by the woman. Before he killed her.
It didn't help that Bethany and the others were right there, looking at him,
each with a little more fear in their eyes now, for some reason.
Timon made himself sound calm. Reasonable even, if a little
flat. It was the best he could manage, given everything.
"No, they didn't do that last bit. Just other things.
It was bad enough. So, just to speed this up, I'll take your challenge. I
assume that you're armed? I'll be there in a few minutes, as soon as I off load
these others."
"No! Timon, we can't-" Countess Printer sounded
horrible, but distant, as if she'd moved away from the device. It was Karl that
spoke, his words low and respectful sounding.
"Countess... Baron Talley? I know that you can't hear
it in him, but he's in a combat rage. If it weren't for the shield I have on, I
don't think I'd be able to stand, for all the aura he's casting." Nothing
else was added, but the huge man opened the door to his right side, being in
the back and moved behind his own seat, so that the girls could leave.
It wasn't lost on Timon that he held his own ground
otherwise though. That was rare, since most people confronted with a person in
combat rage tried to get away as soon as possible. As soon as Bethany moved
out, helped by the man, he closed the door and moved into the front passenger
seat, as if he had no fear at all. Then, he was big and Timon wasn't a great
fighter, was he?
"We're coming now. Perhaps it would be best to set up
outside? I'd recommend you offer to fight him bare handed, Baron. It won't be a
fair fight, but if you insist he have a real chance, you'll likely die this
day."
"I think not." He sounded pretty certain at least.
Timon nodded, working it out. It was, for whatever reason, a
trap. He wasn't thinking clearly, but he could see the set up and really, being
right on top of the other one, it was most likely related. That would mean
what? It was difficult to put it all together, his head feeling slow and funny.
Almost like a regular person or something.
Focusing he managed to kick himself into a higher mental
state, his brain running faster, and hopefully clearly enough to make sense. It
might not be part of the Ancient plot, directly. Or it might
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