Otatso Wetlands Break free and leave us in ruins

For a brief and shining moment, Zane imagined it.  He saw himself at Wylla's shoulder, driving these other men away, only to have her fall gratefully and lovingly upon him at the end.  They'd have their fun and then he'd be off, victorious and riding high.  Free as the fucking wind.

Yeah... no.

The instant Mahler locked eyes on him, Zane felt a flash of recognition douse all of it like someone had just punted his ass into a frozen lake.  Grandpa?. The same age, but the nickname stuck.  It was the only thing he had time to think.

Zane had aspirations but he wasn't a complete moron.  He knew when to sound the bell.  Too bad, though, that he was also slow, and he froze for an instant too long.   For a dude who spent a lifetime chasing tail, he was abysmally bad at backing up his claims.  He was even worse at taking the knocks.

The instant Mahler caught him, he'd be twisting and fighting to get free.  There wasn't a lot of dignity to the gesture anymore... this encounter had gone south a hell of a lot quicker than he'd imagined and at this point he was good to take his shit and run for it.  

feel free to power play! Mahler def took him by surprise, so whatever he'd do, gopher it