From down the woodland trail came the sound of raucous singing. Blaze stiffened, and strained to make out the song and the voice singing it.
"And I'll bash and I'll bash and I'll bash at your head,
and I'm not gonna stop 'til you're good 'n' dead.
And then I'll cut you open just for kicks,
And pull out your insides with a toothpick."
Blaze cringed, recognising the gruff dwarven voice. Just as he was about to dart inside, seven people turned the corner of the path. In the lead was a dwarf, marching along and singing the most vile and bawdy songs he could think of. An veritable arsenal of weaponry covered almost all of his body. Behind him walked four elves - three almost identiacal; tall, blonde, with blue eyes, the fourth stockier, with brown hair and eyes. Flanking the dwarf was a human male with short black hair and deep brown eyes and a half-elven female with raven tresses and a figure worthy of Playboy magazine.
Seeing that he couldn't escape them, Blaze remained where he was, looking very self-conscious.
The woman squealed, rushed forward and glomped him.
'Aiiieeeeee! Blaze is wearing a suit! Is it the end of the world?!'
'Hello Sonja.' Blaze mumbled as the others came up alongside.
'A little bird told us ye were getting married today. Why didn't ye invite us!?' Harrumphed the dwarf.
'Er... I didn't think it'd be your thing...'
'Nonsense! I'd like to see the woman who's fool enough to shackle herself to you!'
~~~
Deinar beamed.
'Well, it was lovely meeting you, Fern. I think I should go help Blaze out, as I sense he has a little bit of a situation on his hands.'
Edited by: Blaze Yamato Spirit at: 10/26/02 5:45:34 pm