."And yet it seemed ... nervous.Alex raised the machete, and noticed the beast's eyes followed it. He looked at the blade; it was coated with sand-thi...ckened blood. Maybe Alex wasn't a Winter, but ... this was a Winter's blade, brought by a Winter's hand, and ... something about blood...He was going to die anyway. Maybe he could buy Emmeline enough time to get away.... Bishop was a hero, wasn't he?Alex's face hardened. Maybe if he had to die, he could take a piece of this fucker with him.Alex. He reached a hand down and stroked her hair softly for a few seconds before disengaging himself from her mouth and pulling her up to his face for a good morning kiss. Resting her head on his chest with his arm around her and his fingers gently stroking her breast, Jim took a sip of the coffee she'd made for him and thanked her for her thoughtfulness. After checking his alarm clock to make sure that they had sufficient time, Jim put down his half finished coffee and turned his full attention to. Simba ordered Imani to stop and she pushed the stunned women forward toward him. "Take off clothes or get beat more and harder!" he barked at the women."Please, don't do this," begged Andrea."Now!" he barked.The cowed women, neither of whom had ever undressed outside the security of a bedroom, began to disrobe in broad daylight in front of five terrifying black strangers. They each began with their hats, shoes and socks as if to delay the inevitable. Finally they slowly began to unbutton their. I stood open-mouthed, staring at him like a simpleton. “Paider made this using the measurements from your old armour. It’s enchanted to resist fire,” he rolled his eyes at me and I couldn’t help but giggle, even as shocked as I was, “and cold too. If we’re going to live here, with year-round winter, you can at least be warm.” He took the cloak from my unresisting hands and walked behind me, draping it over my shoulders and clasping it around my neck. “It works with or without the armour, and.