Apperantly, someone dunked me in A-1 Steak Sauce.
Backing up for a minute. Krieger...well. Is definately bad news. Definately intends to kill us all. Now, some might assume that's just me being paranoid, but I spotted his goonsquad through the crowd, and a few up on the rooftops as well. It was a...tense talk, and given some of how he phrased things, he knew what we were. He knew there were Greeks with the party. He didn't make and sideways comments about me or Kenny, but I suspect he knew we were Tuatha. I did throw him off guard when I told him to, effectively, piss off in the German I'd picked up on the walk up to the castle. He tried to split us up with giving me and Lexi a 'direct view' of the Hunt, since he didn't want Cindy's axe or Rufus around.
Yeah, that didn't fly.
He walked off, some of his goons in the crowd going with him. I snapped off a few orders to fall back and we ended up in one of the houses. I got my rifle put together(And thank the gods that I had time to convert it to full auto. More dakka, baby!) while Kenny cleared the rest of the house. Unfortunately...I picked one with about a billion entrances. There was only one in the cellar, though, so we were about to fall back through there and wait for the boys...
Well. I'm not sure exactly what happened after that, still. Either Cindy tripped into me, or I walked into her. Either way, she blamed herself, and the first werewolf to bust in through the front door took a big piece out of my leg.
Ok, ok, the damage was healed just about after it let go, but fuck all, did that hurt.
There's some more to the story. There always is. But right now, Cindy is insisting I stop typing so she can take care of me. The sweetheart blames herself(And I might have insinuated it'd help if she pampered me a bit and maybe carried me to bed), so if it makes her feel better(And gets me more great nookie), I'm all for it. I'll finish up lagkjhl/,ghjlk.m,
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