Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 19:52:22 -1000 Subject: [ffml] Re: [MW] It Gets Worse.... From: "Beth Davis" "Go to bed, Avall, I can handle it," ordered Lady Paladin. The healer stood firm, her fists planted on her hips. Her hair, limp and oily from lack of washing, was in a taut braid down her back. Dark smudges circled her eyes, but her expression was still sharp and alert. Avall swayed unsteadily and bowed to his superior. The slender young man had remained awake three days straight, tending the wounded to the best of his ability. Despite his efforts, in the past several hours weariness had caused him to make fatal errors with three soldiers. Lady Paladin had awoken from a brief nap and become aware of the deaths, and ordered Avall to immediate bed rest. "Geoff, Orian, escort Avall to the barracks, give him a heavy dose of a sleeping potion, and tie him to the bedposts. I'll not him die because of pride or guilt." The two other white mages bowed to her, and dragged Avall to his bed. Lady Paladin sighed and shook her head. When she first joined the Moogle War under the Northern Paladin's command, she had hoped to be promoted to head White Wizard for his forces; now, in charge of curing all of the injured soldiers, she had little enthusiasm for her position of power. She circled the crowded courtyard, where the overflow of injured men had been placed. In the past several days, they had run low of fresh bandages. Lady Paladin had several healers cleaning and sterilizing old bandages 24 hours a day, but she still had concerns of increased rates of infection. For several hours, the white wizard healed and assisted in healing. As the shifts changed, Lady stayed on the job. Outside, she could hear the clamor of weapons and the faint voice of Bacca giving orders. The sounds of each assault were one of the few reminders of passing time... that and the arrival of the newly dead and injured. Exhausted, Lady Paladin leaned back against a wall. The cycle was never-ending. "My lady...?" asked a familiar voice. Lady turned to smile at the concerned face of Golden Melody, who had quietly stepped inside the medic ward without alerting her. Lady Paladin straightened her back, and stretched her arms outward. Yawning, she said to Goldy, "I haven't seen you in several days. I heard you and Bacca had a talk..." The paso fino's fine ears swivelled back, alerting her of his distaste of the subject. "I would rather we spoke of this in private, Lady." "Very well," she sighed. "I need to rest now, anyway." And hopefully I'll convince Bacca to rest, too, she told herself. The stallion led her upstairs and down the hallway to her room. He pushed his way inside the small chamber, and waited until Lady sat down on the bed. "Yes, I spoke to the High Lord. He may have some redeeming qualities to him." "Oh, really?" Lady Paladin asked sarcastically. "So, you mean I may have good taste after all?" The palomino ignored the snide remark from his mistress. "He has an underlying sense of dignity, even though his actions do not support it. As he said himself, he is a gentleman as well as a soldier. But, as soldiers are known for consorting with common doxies..." Lady winced. "And, if you will remember, his flirtatious behavior towards anything with a skirt when you first met..." She blurted out, "But that was months ago. He doesn't do that anymore." Goldy looked her evenly in the eye. "You are correct in that, mistress. And, after speaking with him, I believe that his feelings for you are genuine. If he survives the war, he will marry you. That is what has me concerned now." The healer arched an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted me to marry for the sake of my honor? And now that is what concerns you?" "Lady..." began Golden Melody, stepping close to her. He brought his soft muzzle beside her cheek, and nuzzled it against her. Lady Paladin felt a nagging worry inside that this was his equivalent of a tender kiss. "You know every prophecy of the Elder and of your dreams says that you shall marry a prestigious king, and that will be the only relationship that brings contentment to your life. I want that happiness for you, mistress." She awkwardly patted down his white blaze. "I know you do, Goldy." Suddenly, Lady Paladin gasped, clasping her neck. "My lady...!" cried the steed, rearing back. Lady's face had turned a shade of gray, and gasping she pulled a medallion out from where it had been nestled beside her heart. "Danger... Bacca..." she gasped. Beams of magic glowed from between her gloved fingers. The sudden wave of her own protective magic when she was already weakened was too much for the white wizard to withstand. Her jaw went slack and her brown eyes rolled back in their sockets as she fell backwards onto her bed. A primal scream of rage roared from the stallion's lungs, and he tore from the room at a gallop to find and aid his Lady's lover. Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 16:53:44 -1000 Subject: [ffml] [MW] In the Line of Fire From: tha-doggfatha@juno.com (The One and Only Shadow) Shadow watched the ongoing struggle against Bacca's forces from a tree near the fortress. It was a grotesque battle. Moogles and humans alike were being decapitated and cut open. The ninja had watched as a moogle picked up a cut off appendage, and tried to reattach it. It was a sight for sore eyes, indeed. The night was young, and there were many things to do. As he jumped from his lofty position in the tree to the ground, Shadow dodged three or four arrows. This whole area he was at had become a no man's land. The remains of the unlucky fighters to be caught between the crossfire of Bacca's archers and the moogle bowmen were strewn all over the grassy field. Shadow had to kick numerous different body parts out of his way as he ran towards the nearest fortress wall. As he ran, he came into contact with many of Bacca's troops. He gracefully unsheathed his katana and ran thru some, sliced thru others. After a few minutes of this, he arrived at the moat. Quickly gaining momentum, the ninja jumped across the whole width of the moat. He knew no one had seen him, because if they had, they would've alerted the archers. Now, it was time to scale the wall. When he reached the top, he pulled himself over. Luckily, most of the archers were focused on the battle at hand, and not at some man with a black ninja suit on, jumping over moats, and scaling walls. He silently walked over to the nearest ladder and descended it. The courtyard between the outer wall and inner walls was hectic. Soldiers ran here and there, healers were healing, mages were casting spells. Shadow quickly ran behind what looked like some type of medical tent. There was an alleyway in the back, behind all the tents. A couple of black mages walked by. The ninja had an idea. He waited until the right victim walked by. After a few minutes came a single black mage. The ninja quickly grabbed the mage, then slit his throat. He carefully removed the mage's huge cloak, and put it on. After he was dressed, he quickly exited the back alley. It was time. ---------------------- Lorinan was tired. This whole battle was putting a toll on his energy. There was just too many different tasks at hand. Plus, the Elfstones had sensed trouble was brewing. What could it be? "Sir, could you please help my friend?" Lorinan looked up and saw a soldier carrying his injured comrade. "Yes. I'll do what I can." The chemist opened up his pack, and started to remove different kinds of chemicals. Soon, he started to mix them in single vial. He was done within ten minutes. "Hold him steady. He might jerk around a bit. It will sting." Lorinan poured the newly mixed liquid onto the man's wound. The chemical began to do its work, as it bubbled and fizzed. After the bubbling was over, the chemist wrapped the wound with a cloth. "Thank you, sir. When will he be fully healed?" "Probably in two or so days. Let him get a good rest." "Okay. Thanks again!" The soldier walked away, carrying his friend. "Rest. That's what I could use." Lorinan thought to himself. He started to walk towards his tent. Suddenly, he felt the Elfstones were alerting him to something. He looked around. He saw nothing besides a ten or fifteen soldiers, and a single black mage. The mage. What was he doing here? Bacca had ordered most of the black mages to rest in their tents about an hour ago to rejuvenate their powers. Lorinan started to walk towards the magician. The mage must have sensed Lorinan coming, because he had started to walk away. Damn. Lorinan needed to catch up to him before he disappeared somewhere. ---------------------- The chemist sensed something. Shadow didn't know what it was, but he knew it could mean trouble. The ninja started to walk away, slowly at first, then he speeded up. He needed to get away from the chemist. Taking short glances back, Shadow could still see the chemist was there. He had to lose him, and fast. The ninja quickly bolted behind a building. He looked. No chemist. Good. Now, he had to carry out his mission. Waiting for a few more minutes, he came out from the shadows and starting walking towards what looked to be the front entrance to the camp. Up ahead, there was a mass flurry of activity. There must be something going on, the ninja reasoned. As he came closer, he noticed there was. There was some commander of some sort giving lessons about using bows and arrows to what seemed like rookies. What a sorry bunch of soldiers. The ninja, still dressed as mage, walked by. Looking around, he noticed a ladder going up to the top of the inner wall. The ninja had an idea. ---------------------- "Damn," Lorinan uttered under his breath. He had lost sight of the mage. Frantically running around, he gave up. It was no use. The mage was gone. Besides, it was past the hour, and many of the mages were up and about. It would be next to impossible to find the mage now. Making a last-ditch effort, Lorinan entered the huge crowd of mages and soldiers, and tried to spot the one mage he was searching for. It was no use. They all looked alike. Lorinan began to walk back towards his tent, when he thought he saw something up on the top of the inner wall out of the corner of his eye. He turned, and looked directly. Nothing. It was too dark. He began to walk to his tent again. Then, he saw it once more. This time, he could see a black figure of some sort, running along the top of the inner wall. That was the only thing he needed to see. Lorinan looked around. No archers to alert. There was too little time to go up and get an archer off the outer wall. The chemist needed to do this himself. He started to run. ---------------------- Shadow smirked. This job was turning out to be easier than he thought. Shadow studied the immediate area. He was on the inner wall. It overlooked the main courtyard of the fortress. The inner wall was slightly taller than the outer one. There were no troopers on the inner wall for some reason. Maybe Bacca had pulled them for extra forces on the outer wall. It didn't matter. He was here for one thing. The ninja started to run along the wall, searching for his target. After a few minutes, he found it. There was the High Lord, talking to some soldiers. Probably giving them an inspirational speech or something. Whatever he was doing, he wasn't going to be doing it in a few minutes. Opening his bag, the ninja kept on guard. He slowly removed his weapon of choice for these type of missions. A semi-automatic crossbow, made with the finest adamant, armed with a targeting system that was unrivaled around the world. He had received it as payment for his services to the Empire long ago. Shadow steadied the weapon on his shoulder. He looked thru the sight. Carefully targeting Bacca, he held it steady. It was time. ---------------------- Lorinan was still running. It had seemed as if he had followed the would-be assassin all around the camp! Lorinan looked up. The assassin had stopped. "No!" Lorinan thought to himself. There was no time to waste, he needed to get to Bacca, now! He started to run, yet again. ---------------------- This was the moment of truth. This single motion could forever change the tide of this war. Shadow had it all in his hands. The ninja pulled the trigger. "TWHIP!" ---------------------- Bacca looked up. What in the hell was Lorinan doing? He was running towards the High Lord, waving his hands in the air like a madman! He was also yelling something. It sounded like, "Get done!" When this war was over, he needed to have a long talk with this chemist. "Lorinan, what are you doing?!" "Get down!" "Huh? Get dow--" Bacca didn't finish his sentence. ---------------------- And, that's it for now. To be continued, hopefully, in separate parts by Sky, Lorinan, and me. Adios for now...I gotta get some rest... Date: Mon, 24 Aug 1998 17:39:04 -1000 Subject: [ffml] Re: [MW] In the Line of Fire From: As Bacca felt himself being pushed down, he saw the bright flare of the elfstones coming to life. Suddenly, time slowed to a crawl. Bacca felt like he was floating in an orange haze. Then, just as quickly as it happened, It was gone. He was on the ground with Lorinan in a heap on top of him. As Bacca tried to move out from under Lorinan, he noticed that the chemist wasn't moving. "Lorinan. Come on. Get off of me!" The chemist didn't move. "LORINAN! GET UP!" Still no response. Realization suddenly cane to him. "LORINAN!!! HELLO!! MEDIC!!!" All the while, Lorinan's body lay on Bacca's in a heap. ------------- As he leaped toward Bacca, Lorinan wondered who the assassin was. "GET DOWN!!!" He felt the elfstones come to life in his hands in a burning rush, just before everything went black.... ------ Bacca paced outside the tent where they had placed Lorinan's body. He still couldn't believe just how close the chemist had come to death. If the bolt had only been imbedded an inch further, the chemist would've died. He still couldn't believe Lorinan had saved him like that. "DAMN YOU, Lorinan. Why'd you have to be that stupid. I appreciate the sacrifice, but why did you have to throw yourself in front of me!!!!! Damn you." Lady Paladin walked out of the tent, followed by the druidess. Lady Paladin addressed the distressed Bacca. "Bacca, It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have done anything. He cared about the army and knew we'd be lost without you. He knew fully what he was doing..." Bacca took her in his arms. "You know just what to say, don't you." Kaitlin interrupted them with a cough. "Ummm, I hate to interp. this little love fest, but we have an alchemist in a coma. We need to try to bring him back. I have his elfstones, and will keep them till he wakes up, But we need to try to revive him. What do you think we should do?" Bacca looked at the tent with regret. "We need to find someone with the knowledge of the wound he bears. I would've thought that Lady and you would know what was wrong." Lady replied, "The problem is he doesn't have a spirit any more. For some reason, his body has no spirit. I can't help him without it." Kaitlin chimed in, "He is a Knight of the Word. I know the Lady of the Word wouldn't leave him to die. He can't die until he gives up his charge. Until then, he's immortal. Yet he needs a soul to survive. I will try to contact my mentor, Walker, and seek his help." Bacca looked at the tent again. "Then we'll just have to wait. Kait, You're in charge of Lorinan's revivification. Hurry please." -------- (Later that night) Kaitlin sat in her room preparing for sleep. Suddenly she felt a presence in the room other than her own. "Who's there... Who are you!!" The air in front of her parted, and there stood Lorinan's Shade. "Kait! Can you see me? Can you hear me? You're the only one in the camp who can." Kaitlin looked at the shade with wonder. "How is it I can see you and no one else? That shouldn't be happening." Lorinan looked at her with a blank stare. "It is because of the Word. My work is not done, yet someone has made me unable to complete it. I need the aid of someone willing to help to complete it. If you are the only one who can see me, then I need your help. Only one with the touch of the Word can see my spirit. That means you are to be my aid." Kaitlin could only stare in wonder. ooc:: Kait, You take over.. [Note: Slight continuity errors in this next one, but nothing big.] Date: Tue, 25 Aug 1998 10:18:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: [ffml] Re: [MW] In the Line of Fire From: Sky H Ainsworth > "Lorinan, what are you doing?!" > "Get down!" > "Huh? Get dow--" Bacca didn't finish his sentence. Bacca stood atop the outer wall, surveying the moogles actions below while conferring with his generals on the latest news of the approaching armies. For a while now, Bacca had a bad feeling, almost as if a cloud was hovering over him. He couldn't place it, but he felt like something was going to happen to him. As he watched the battle below, he heard running and looked over. Lorinan, with urgency in this face, was running towards him, yelling something. However, the din of battle was loud enough to block even Bacca's good sense of hearing. Bacca took a step in Lorinan's direction and the chemist continued running until he was standing right next to Bacca, and then he collapsed. Falling to the ground, Lorinan laid there, heaving. Out of his back protruded the last feathers of a crossbow bolt. Bacca opened his eyes in amazement, then looked to the inner wall. A figure clad in dark robes was hurrying along the wall, carrying items in it's hands. The catapult and mangonel crews on the wall paid him no heed, as they had not noticed what the person had done. Letting out a loud whistle, the nearest crews on the inner wall turned their attention to Bacca. Yelling and pointing, Bacca made his intentions clear. The message was passed down and soon soldiers had drawn their swords on the inner wall and were approaching the robed figure. Bacca saw nothing in it's hands for one moment, then the glint of a sword the next. The figure quickly slew two soldiers that approached it. Bacca was shocked and realized he had to do something. "Take care of Lorinan!" called Bacca over his back to the generals. "This bastard is mine." Bacca sprinted down the stairs, jumping off the last ten feet to sprint on the ground. The High Lord of All That Kicks Ass realized as he made his way to the inner wall that he should have stayed and taken care of Lorinan. But he knew even while Lorinan lay there, that he would be alright. Bacca had enough sense of war injuries that he could tell that the wound was not terribly mortal. The chemist would recover. Besides, Bacca was overwhelmed with different emotions at what had happened. First, his prized hero, his pupil even, was struck down with a bolt obviously meant for him. Second, an assassin had tried to strike Bacca down. Thirdly, he might get away with the way he handled his sword against his troops. Riding through the one inner gate, Bacca saw that the dark robed figure had made its way down the stairs and was crossing to a chocobo pen. A trail of bodies lay behind the fire as it made it's path to the pen. Now the dark figure was being stopped by two swordsman. Bacca looked at the Lance Henriksen's uniforms and saw the red cord on their shoulders. They were guards, highly trained swordsman who protected the officers and acted as military police. Two other guards lay on the ground nearby, so these two knew to be cautious. Bacca ran up and watched the showdown that took place. The guards knew the figures destination, and so kept it from getting there. They also knew to keep their distance. The guards feigned several attacks. The dark figure held back until one guard made his feign. The figure lunged in attack, but was quickly reposted by the other guard who made his way in on the open flank of the figure. The dark robed man, though, fell back a few feet, then countered the attacks. The two guards fell back and recovered. All in all, the guards had gained a few feet. Bacca drew his sword. "Stand back! He's mine." The figure looked over and stared at Bacca. Without a word, the figure removed his robe, revealing a tight fitting, black cloth suit. "Shadow!" said Bacca. "Somehow, I knew you would come back. Now, it's time for you to pay for what you have done, assassin!" Bacca launched his attack with his two swords. Shadow produced a dagger and used this to help counter Bacca's attacks. Metallica started playing, a song from "Ride the Lightning." Shadow was smaller then Bacca, but faster. Bacca not only had reach, but strength. The two combatants played a game of strike and feint. Bacca would attack with his long sword. Shadow would dodge and quickly counter. It was all Bacca could do to keep the smaller warrior at bay. Bacca brought his two swords to bear down on Shadow, and the assassin side-stepped, bringing his sword blade down on Bacca's shoulder. Bacca felt the strike, then a stinging sensation. Stepping back, Bacca touched his shoulder and drew it back to show blood. "Damn, that's a sharp sword," said Bacca to himself. Most weapons could not even cut through mithril, yet Shadow's sword was so fine that it sliced through the silvery metal. Bacca approached slowly, swinging his swords. Shadow saw an opportunity and began striking in all directions. Bacca slowly and surely blocked and deflected each blow, all the while advancing on the assassin. Then with a quick move, Bacca brought his short down on Shadow's dagger, knocking it free. Shadow instantly reacted and grabbed the hilt of Bacca's long sword, twisted his body, and pulled the weapon free of the warrior's grasp. Bacca retreated, but not before getting a ringing blow on his short sword hand. Switching sword hands, Bacca squared off with the assassin again. Several soldiers stood around, weapons drawn, ready to for their lord to defeat the enemy. The two came together in one motion and started swinging wildly. The blades connected before their faces, emitting a few sparks and several loud clangs. Both warriors had looks of determination. Bacca quickly gripped his sword in both hands and pulled a fast maneuver. Bringing his sword at an angle down, he quickly reversed directions, came low across, and then up in a reverse angle. Shadow was able to keep up with the first two lines of movement, but was unprepared for the last and took the sword across his right forearm, chest, and left upper arm. Bacca then grabbed Shadow's sword by the hilt and pulled it from the assassin's grasp, sending it flying through the air. But before Bacca could retreat enough to recover, Shadow launched himself at Bacca, knocking him to the ground. Bacca was definitely surprised by this move and dropped his sword as his hands went to Shadow's. The assassin and the warrior grappled, one of Shadow's hands going to Bacca's throat, the other holding the wrist on Bacca's right hand. Bacca's left hand was pinned under his back. Shadow then began squeezing Bacca's throat and the High Lord's eyes went wide. Shadow's hands were incredibly strong. Having held a weapon of one form or another and using with them with deadly accuracy, had required much of his hand strength. Scaling walls and using ropes also added to their toughness. Now, that strength was going to be used to crush Bacca's windpipe. Working his left hand free, Bacca's hand went to Shadow's wrist and gripped it. Though Shadow had a strong hand, his arm was not as strong. Bacca's arms were much stronger, and his gripped just as powerful as Shadow's. Squeezing the assassin's wrists, Bacca dug his fingers into the nerves and muscles in the middle. The pressure there loosened the assails hand grip enough for Bacca to pull his hand away. Bacca managed to separate the two hands and started to push them away, pushing back Shadow. As he did so, the assassin's legs shifted, and Bacca knew what Shadow intended to do. Contenting to push the smaller man away, Shadow got to his feet and tried to rise, but was held down by Bacca's grasp. Bacca's right hand, being freed by Shadow's maneuver, immediately went to Shadow's ankle and latched on. Shadow twisted his hand loose from Bacca's grasp, but was then pulled from his feet and landed on the ground. Bacca brought his weight over and laid on top of the assassin and grabbed his wrists and held them behind Shadow's back. Shadow struggled, but could not lift the heavier warrior or break his hold. Bacca panted as he held down Shadow. He looked over and signaled to two guards to come over. Each grabbed an arm and lifted Shadow to his feet, the assassin struggling the whole way. Bacca stood and retrieved his swords. Sheathing them, he walked up to Shadow, holding the assassin's dagger in his hand. "Take him to a cell and keep a guard on him," said Bacca, and quickly added, "make it three men at all times." Shadow struggled again and one of the guards got a look of panic on his face. Bacca feared the assassin would escape before he could interrogate him. "Hold out his hand, the right one," said Bacca. The guard complied, another guard walking up and holding down on Shadow's shoulders. A look of fear crossed the assassin's face. Handing Shadow's dagger to a guard, Bacca grabbed the fingers on Shadow's hand and bent them backwards. The assassin grunted and squirmed slightly, but then stood still. "Your fingers will heal, if Lorinan heals. If Lorinan dies, you shall die as well. Don't try to escape, either. You will be shot dead. Is that understood?" Shadow gave no reply but stared hard at Bacca. "Take him away," said Bacca. "And be sure to search him before throwing him into a cell." Bacca stood there, closed his eyes, and sighed. A stinging pain in his shoulder alerted the warrior and he remembered his wound. But first, he would check on Lorinan. "What am I going to do?" asked Bacca to himself. Breaking Shadow's fingers would limit the assassin's effectiveness as a killer and maybe keep him controllable, hoped Bacca. Lorinan being struck down now was bad, as it was his chemicals that helped stave off the massive assaults. With another sigh, Bacca looked to the path of dead bodies left by Shadow. "He will pay for what he has done, definitely." Bacca walked back to the outer wall. Date: Wed, 26 Aug 1998 11:45:02 -1000 Subject: [ffml] [MW] Prison is hell From: tha-doggfatha@juno.com (The One and Only Shadow) He was guided down a straight and narrow hall. Other prisoners were yelling obscenities as he passed by. They reached their arms thru the bars of their cells, and tried to grab his clothes. Shadow glanced at some of the prisoners. Many of them were humans. What they were doing here was a mystery. The guards took him to the end of the hall, and thru him in a cell that looked like it was empty. "This is your cell." One guard said. "What else could it be? The freakin laundromat?" "Don't get smart with me boy." The guard pointed to his belt, "Or else I'm gonna have to lay the smack down on your ass." "Fuck off." "You little prick, I'm gonna..." "Hold it Maytown. Leave the boy alone. He has it hard enough, being in the same cell as Binky," the other guard said, as he tried to hold Maytown back. Maytown laughed. "Hell yeah. Have fun, ninja boy." The guards closed the cell. "Wait a minute! Who the hell is Binky?!" "Hehe...you'll find out..." Shadow turned around. There was nothing but darkness. He could make out the shape of two bunks in one corner, a latrine and shower in the other. Shadow could see that there was someone sleeping in one of the beds. Perhaps it was this, "Binky". He'd better leave "Binky" alone. The ninja then tried to pick to the lock, but to no avail. His fingers had been broken, disabling him. Bacca had been broken, disabling him. Bacca had made a smart move. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him. "How's it going, baby." asked a feminine voice from the darkness. "What do you want?" "Some loving...good loving..." Who was this? Could this be, "Binky"? "Are you Binky? Is that your name?" "Yes, that's it. Now, tell me yours." "I don't know if I want to." "I'll make you..." Binky stepped out. "Oh my God!" Shadow yelled. A huge orc had emerged from the shadows. "Come here, let Binky show you what an orc has to offer..." The orc removed its pants. It was a male, as Shadow had suspected. Binky started to advance on the ninja. Shadow was terrified. He quickly dodged Binky's lunge directed towards him. "You gonna play hard to get? I can play that game." he said in that disgustingly feminine toned voice. "Get the hell away from me, you freak!" "Freak? That's what I'm gonna do to you, after I get my hands on ya. Freak, freak, freak, and freak...freak until the morning..." Shadow had no intent on getting "freaked" by this orc. By now, the other prisoners had heard what was going on in Shadow's cell, and were all yelling, "DON'T DROP THE SOAP!" in a monotonous rhythm. The ninja continued to dodge Binky's lunges, and, after a rather despicable one, which consisted of Binky thrusting his crotch towards the assassin, the ninja thought of an idea. He moved in front of the latrine. "Okay, I give up. I'm all yours." He told the gay orc. "Now, that's a good boy..." The orc advanced towards the ninja. "Now, let's see if we can take off that mask..." Shadow quickly jumped to the wall directly to the right of the orc. Then, with lightning speed, he ricocheted off. The ricochet sent him flying behind the orc, where he preceded to jumpkick the back of the orc's head. The orc fell face first into the latrine. As Shadow had guessed, the surrounding dirt around the actual hole of the latrine caved in on the monster's head. The ninja then stepped on the orc's head, sending it deeper into the dirt. As he applied pressure, he could slightly hear the muffled screams of the gay inmate orc. After a few minutes the screams stopped. Binky was dead. Shadow was out of danger at the moment. Who knows how long that freedom could last. Luckily, the guards hadn't found Binky's dead body yet, but when they did, they would probably alert Bacca. Shadow got up, and walked to the latrine. He then took a long piss on Binky's body. "What a relief..."