Chekwe felt a tremendous freedom. No armor, no boots, no clothing, not even a loincloth. Just his bare toes perfectly gripping the soggy turf under his feet and his hair flying in the breeze. It was sheer exhilaration. Why the hell was he carrying a shield? He tossed it aside.
The once-dead were almost on him. Those just ahead raised weapons to strike at him. They were slow, so slow he passed between them without needing to dodge. It was so easy! It was so funny!
“Kek-kek-kek!” he bellowed, and thought, Quamdamn, why did we fight the Orgooth so long? They have such a happy laugh!
Kek-kek-kek!Quamdamn, why did we fight the Orgooth so long? They have such a happy laugh!The horsemen flanking the corpse-summoner were startled to see a raving green nudist burst through the line of once-dead.
