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Ren Kararou 2023-03-30 00:54:31 -05:00
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@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ After a short while we decided we'd each play with a toy. Soon after came splas
A splash squared up against my right ear and I recoiled. ``Eee!'' I looked over at the source and found a girl roughly the age of my own kids. She must have just jumped in.
A playful look held on her face asking a simple question: *May I join you?*
A playful look held on her face asking a simple question: \emph{May I join you?}
My boys mounted a rescue operation and coordinated a splash of their own at her in response. I was fairly certain I could defend myself against a small child, but who could deny them the fun of splashing and squealing they got out of it?
@ -102,7 +102,7 @@ I had barely managed to secure the restroom door when the first shot rang out.
All three of the children clapsed their ears tight.
All I could think about was that it *wasn't* our girl's sniper. My heart sank knowing she had probably just lost whatever fight was going on outside.
All I could think about was that it \emph{wasn't} our girl's sniper. My heart sank knowing she had probably just lost whatever fight was going on outside.
Thankfully the gunfire was swapped out for some shouting, which meant no pew-pew for the time being. I couldn't make out what was being yelled, but it was clearly voices. First a husky male, then...
@ -114,15 +114,15 @@ I stopped trying to interpret what was being said because I was never going to u
I sighed as deep as I could. I looked at the three of them cowering furthest from the door.
Idiots! Two inches of wood's not gonna-
Two inches of wood's not gonna do much to protect them.
No, Elaine, they're *children.* *Children* have no *reason* to know positional warfare.
But they're children. Children have no reason to know even the first thing about positional warfare.
My boys were looking up to me, awaiting orders.
I threw my thumb to the corner next to the door, trusting 10 inches of brick over 2 inches of useless.
Course, if their sniper carried .50 cal it wouldn't matter. What really irked me was that it *didn't* matter what he packed; the door move was STILL best.
Course, if their sniper carried .50 cal it wouldn't matter. What really irked me was that it \emph{didn't} matter what he packed; the door move was STILL best.
Game theory was a bitch.
@ -148,7 +148,7 @@ The room shook and my ear probably bled, hell, they both did. Did I forget to me
And lo and behold, the SWAT SQUAD stopped SWATTing and stood there like their turns got skipped.
Apparently Miss Lifeguard knew what an attack of opportunity was because now the sniper that I DEFINITELY wasn't crushing on turned into a blood splatter, as opposed to the sniper that I merely *totally* wasn't crushing on.
Apparently Miss Lifeguard knew what an attack of opportunity was because now the sniper that I DEFINITELY wasn't crushing on turned into a blood splatter, as opposed to the sniper that I merely \emph{totally} wasn't crushing on.
Which was awesome and all, but now shit got real.
@ -230,7 +230,7 @@ I felt in the remainder of my bones that this would be the last scene I'd ever s
Then the reliefs on the wall started glowing. The more I took them in, the more they were speaking to me. In my minds eye, I saw each of them as Legendary weapons. The one that really stuck out was, obviously, the sword.
The sword was a beautiful thing, unmistakably divine in origin. Only one sword like it in existence... two if you count Excalibur but this was the other one. *This* was Caliburn, better known as the Sword in the Stone. Ironic, since it was in a pool, and the sword that comes out of the water was *not* Caliburn.
The sword was a beautiful thing, unmistakably divine in origin. Only one sword like it in existence... two if you count Excalibur but this was the other one. \emph{This} was Caliburn, better known as the Sword in the Stone. Ironic, since it was in a pool, and the sword that comes out of the water was \emph{not} Caliburn.
It was all crystal clear. An Arthurian tale unfolded before my eyes.
@ -240,9 +240,9 @@ That meant these cops worked for Morgan le Fae, which meant they weren't even bo
At least Caliburn floated before me. It looked so real I had to reach for it, despite the massive hallucinations I should be feeling from having my leg shot off.
And because nothing else in my day went as planned, the sword was real. As in, I wrapped my hand around it and felt *resistance* and *weight*.
And because nothing else in my day went as planned, the sword was real. As in, I wrapped my hand around it and felt \emph{resistance} and \emph{weight}.
I had torn a sword out of the fabric of the universe. A legendary sword. \emph{The} Legendary Sword. No not *that* Legendary Sword, the other one.
I had torn a sword out of the fabric of the universe. A legendary sword. \emph{The} Legendary Sword. No not \emph{that} Legendary Sword, the other one.
The world returned to me. Okay, logically I knew it to be the other way around, but you try telling that to a girl who just got her leg back by sheer fucking magic.
@ -266,7 +266,7 @@ My eyes darted around a moment and locked onto him trying to unlock a car. Appa
I did.
I closed the distance in a second, speaking with a fuller voice than I should have had. ``I am Elaine, Protector of The Sword and mother of two. Fear my wrath.'' I plunged the sword into his chest, *then* admired just how cool that just was.
I closed the distance in a second, speaking with a fuller voice than I should have had. ``I am Elaine, Protector of The Sword and mother of two. Fear my wrath.'' I plunged the sword into his chest, \emph{then} admired just how cool that was.
Next up, did I still have children?