I hadn't seen him before, but I knew he was here now. It was pretty easy to tell; the marauder that had been heading towards me with his rather nasty-looking sword suddenly exploded in a blue-silver blur induced splash. I checked back (against all training, of course, and one of these days this Poetic bent to my habits is going to land me somewhat dead), and of course it was the Judge. He glared at me, all anger and aggression, already moving on to the next target as he turned.
Our opponents missed a great opportunity once again as I took my sweet time checking out the Judge's ass. Someone should warn him about fighting in that particular pair of breeches.
Katherine Cruxradia, 'Sy Akribastes
Let The Bodies Hit The Floor - Drowning Pool
