Phoenix Maplewood we drew our heavy revolvers and exultantly killed the gods

Ooh, the other woman that came was pretty, too. Vercingetorix was just about to address her when Heda shot him a quelling stare and then snapped at him. He might be a mouthy idiot, but he knew when to take a message. Yeesh. The brute takes a step or two back and away from Thuringwethil, shooting a sly half-smile at the pair of maplewood women before listening to Heda speak.

Yes, what pack was this? He would have to come back--by himself, next time, since evidently the commander was hell-bent on cock-blocking him today.