Stillness from the waters edge,
when the the waves caress the shore,
a devine precipice and ledge
whisperes secrets of forgotten lore
the ghostly lady of the lake,
beckons for the final kiss,
still ruined in many a wake
last moments inearthly bliss
the is her shining blade
gleaming steel beneath the rust
for in that kiss a man is betrayed
mistaking watery love doom for lust
but in her embrace mortal men say now
chilling lips sup life's fire
for in the kiss is the swords bloody vow
the lake's own thrist drowns desire.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
man who could not be killed part 6
I followed Dante down stairs, much slower than I would have liked. Damn, I must be getting too old for this after all. Maybe Chalice is right…
CHALICE: As always, you see the simple truth.
GABRIEL: The truth is always simple.
BETH: Not to him.
CHALICE: At least there is symmetry.
RONIN: Stay out of my thoughts boss, at least give me SOME privacy!
Dante snorted. Ronin looked at his brother, calm, cool, professional. He felt the pangs of love and respect. Emma and the deaths of those he considered parents.
DANTE: Yeah, like THAT’S ever going to happen.
He led me into the living room, where Seamus had co-opted the entire room to layout all the gear for the hunt. But by the Gods, this didn’t look to be a hunt as much as an invasion by all accounts! Calico reclined as she was want to do.
Her gear simple missiles and knives, another one of Beth's, “If you are small use it”. Ernesto was in his rare form after an act of contrition, aware of the irony. My Berettas were surgically clean. The satellite recon of the complex was spread out on the table.
SEAMUS: Right then my pretties, let’s get to it. What I’ve got here is pretty standard stuff really.
I picked up a massive clip that looked to be loaded with 50cal rounds.
RONIN: THIS is standard? For what, shooting a hole in God?
Calico chuckled. Ernesto crossed himself then slapped me in the back of the
head. Even Dante shared a all too brief smile then snatched the clip from my hands.
DANTE: No, those are standard incendiary armor piercing rounds for Bessie, now pay attention!
Dante set the clip down next to the biggest damn rifle I’d ever seen. A Barrett M82A1, the one riflein the world he would deem fit to use. I had to say it,cleaners definitely don’t arm light. Ernesto looked at it with the quiet appreciation of amateur artist staring at a Jackson Pollack and feeling dirty for coveting the talent. But he and his own rifle had a torrid history all of their own.
SEAMUS: Bessie and I will provide cover for the entire action. Her scope’s been specially made by me, infrared tagged at the much colder range the leeches and their pets live in. You lot will show up as blues while they are nice and red.Now then, you each get your standard kit, shotguns with wooden flechette rounds,flash bangs, silver nitrate spray, and each of ye will be carrying a few o’these beauties.
Seamus held up a coffee can with an odd little box on top.
RONIN: Coffee?
DANTE: Sterno, packed over a core of Tannerite explosive. The timer is the
really fun part. Seamus rigged up of all things the timer from the old game
Perfection to set off a .22 slug that blows the Tannerite, which in turns makes the sterno go all ‘asplodey on the leeches.
RONIN: Why Sterno?
SEAMUS: Because precious, the military version is called napalm. They have a still.
RONIN: Essentially, a bomb.
SEAMUS: Give the man a ceegar!
Dante reached into his com vest pocket and took a few Cubans. He threw one to each of us. Beth always taught us the importance of ritual.
The things these two knew, it was enough to give you nightmares. Or give
nightmares to nightmares.
DANTE: Allright, Seamus on overwatch, and the rest of use in two teams. Primary is containment of the next and it’s destruction, secondary is the girl along with anyone else they’ve got still alive and untainted.
Dante held a finger up at me, knowing I was rising to my feet.
DANTE: Stow it hunter- this is now a cleaner operation, and my call. IF we find the girl and can get to her without losing a leech or his stenches, then fine,but don’t think for a second I won’t blow the whole place with you in it if I have to in order to cleanse this mess.
CHALICE: Spare him a little child, he has his faults, true. But he means well.
Dante looked right through me, the death stare all too apparent.
DANTE: You made the rules boss, now I get to enforce them.
Dante went over the details of the approaches, possible exits from the nest,likely trap zones. He was in his element, as if time had not passed as it had and he was still in his old Ranger unit. His was a life of never ending conflict, and he LIKED it that way. Once he finished up, everyone got to gathering their gear. Seamus hefted Bessie, along with his Weatherby revolver. I swear he kissed the receiver on Bessie like she was his best girl- which knowing him she probably was. Calico gathered her blades, and tucked a compact Walther into her right boot top. Ernesto took an immaculate looking M1 Garand from a kitbag he’d brought into the room, going over it with practiced hands- like I said, he and his rifle had a history all their own. I took up my Berettas,noticing small boxes under the barrels.
DANTE: We took the liberty of adding UV targeting lasers to your guns there Ro.Given how lousy you shoot, they will at least help you hit closer to the middle of that broadside you always seem to miss.
Seamus chuckled and I flipped them both off. Dante loaded up a few drums for his AA12, then slung up his Gladius style blade over his right shoulder and strapped a strange looking device on his left forearm. It looked like a small drum of metal, with a slender stack of fan shaped blades running up his forearm.
RONIN: What is that thing?
Dante looked up at me, then clenched his left fist. The fans snapped around in a blurring arc, locking together into a perfect buckler style shield. I was duly impressed.
DANTE: You never know…
.
CHALICE: As always, you see the simple truth.
GABRIEL: The truth is always simple.
BETH: Not to him.
CHALICE: At least there is symmetry.
RONIN: Stay out of my thoughts boss, at least give me SOME privacy!
Dante snorted. Ronin looked at his brother, calm, cool, professional. He felt the pangs of love and respect. Emma and the deaths of those he considered parents.
DANTE: Yeah, like THAT’S ever going to happen.
He led me into the living room, where Seamus had co-opted the entire room to layout all the gear for the hunt. But by the Gods, this didn’t look to be a hunt as much as an invasion by all accounts! Calico reclined as she was want to do.
Her gear simple missiles and knives, another one of Beth's, “If you are small use it”. Ernesto was in his rare form after an act of contrition, aware of the irony. My Berettas were surgically clean. The satellite recon of the complex was spread out on the table.
SEAMUS: Right then my pretties, let’s get to it. What I’ve got here is pretty standard stuff really.
I picked up a massive clip that looked to be loaded with 50cal rounds.
RONIN: THIS is standard? For what, shooting a hole in God?
Calico chuckled. Ernesto crossed himself then slapped me in the back of the
head. Even Dante shared a all too brief smile then snatched the clip from my hands.
DANTE: No, those are standard incendiary armor piercing rounds for Bessie, now pay attention!
Dante set the clip down next to the biggest damn rifle I’d ever seen. A Barrett M82A1, the one riflein the world he would deem fit to use. I had to say it,cleaners definitely don’t arm light. Ernesto looked at it with the quiet appreciation of amateur artist staring at a Jackson Pollack and feeling dirty for coveting the talent. But he and his own rifle had a torrid history all of their own.
SEAMUS: Bessie and I will provide cover for the entire action. Her scope’s been specially made by me, infrared tagged at the much colder range the leeches and their pets live in. You lot will show up as blues while they are nice and red.Now then, you each get your standard kit, shotguns with wooden flechette rounds,flash bangs, silver nitrate spray, and each of ye will be carrying a few o’these beauties.
Seamus held up a coffee can with an odd little box on top.
RONIN: Coffee?
DANTE: Sterno, packed over a core of Tannerite explosive. The timer is the
really fun part. Seamus rigged up of all things the timer from the old game
Perfection to set off a .22 slug that blows the Tannerite, which in turns makes the sterno go all ‘asplodey on the leeches.
RONIN: Why Sterno?
SEAMUS: Because precious, the military version is called napalm. They have a still.
RONIN: Essentially, a bomb.
SEAMUS: Give the man a ceegar!
Dante reached into his com vest pocket and took a few Cubans. He threw one to each of us. Beth always taught us the importance of ritual.
The things these two knew, it was enough to give you nightmares. Or give
nightmares to nightmares.
DANTE: Allright, Seamus on overwatch, and the rest of use in two teams. Primary is containment of the next and it’s destruction, secondary is the girl along with anyone else they’ve got still alive and untainted.
Dante held a finger up at me, knowing I was rising to my feet.
DANTE: Stow it hunter- this is now a cleaner operation, and my call. IF we find the girl and can get to her without losing a leech or his stenches, then fine,but don’t think for a second I won’t blow the whole place with you in it if I have to in order to cleanse this mess.
CHALICE: Spare him a little child, he has his faults, true. But he means well.
Dante looked right through me, the death stare all too apparent.
DANTE: You made the rules boss, now I get to enforce them.
Dante went over the details of the approaches, possible exits from the nest,likely trap zones. He was in his element, as if time had not passed as it had and he was still in his old Ranger unit. His was a life of never ending conflict, and he LIKED it that way. Once he finished up, everyone got to gathering their gear. Seamus hefted Bessie, along with his Weatherby revolver. I swear he kissed the receiver on Bessie like she was his best girl- which knowing him she probably was. Calico gathered her blades, and tucked a compact Walther into her right boot top. Ernesto took an immaculate looking M1 Garand from a kitbag he’d brought into the room, going over it with practiced hands- like I said, he and his rifle had a history all their own. I took up my Berettas,noticing small boxes under the barrels.
DANTE: We took the liberty of adding UV targeting lasers to your guns there Ro.Given how lousy you shoot, they will at least help you hit closer to the middle of that broadside you always seem to miss.
Seamus chuckled and I flipped them both off. Dante loaded up a few drums for his AA12, then slung up his Gladius style blade over his right shoulder and strapped a strange looking device on his left forearm. It looked like a small drum of metal, with a slender stack of fan shaped blades running up his forearm.
RONIN: What is that thing?
Dante looked up at me, then clenched his left fist. The fans snapped around in a blurring arc, locking together into a perfect buckler style shield. I was duly impressed.
DANTE: You never know…
.
Monday, May 2, 2011
YGGDRASIL and THE NINE WORLDS strike thrust patterns
YGGDRASIL and THE NINE WORLDS
Yggdrasil - The home cosmic 'Tree of Life' that binds the universe together, the world ASH
all thrusts are to the sternum for this drill
1. The Eagle
Asgard - The home to the Gods and Goddesses of the Aesir
Head – High X siniwali and thrust
Alfheim - The realm where the Light Elves dwell
Eyes cut – and thrust
Vanaheim - The home to the Gods and Goddesses of the Vanir
Throat – and thrust
2. Ratatosk
Midgard - The home of the mankind
Mid X siniwali and thrust
Jotunheim - The realm where the Giants dwell
Collar Bone Strike and thrust
Muspellheim - The world of primal fire where the Muspilli Fire Giants dwell
Ribs cut – then thrust
3. Nidhogg
Niflheim - The "world of mists" and primal ice
Low X siniwali and thrust( the knees cut from the cripple cut)
SvartAlfheim - The realm where the Black Elves / Dwarfs dwell
Genitals horizontal cut – then thrust
Hel - The land of the dead, ruled by the goddess Hella.
Femoral cut then thrust
Yggdrasil - The home cosmic 'Tree of Life' that binds the universe together, the world ASH
all thrusts are to the sternum for this drill
1. The Eagle
Asgard - The home to the Gods and Goddesses of the Aesir
Head – High X siniwali and thrust
Alfheim - The realm where the Light Elves dwell
Eyes cut – and thrust
Vanaheim - The home to the Gods and Goddesses of the Vanir
Throat – and thrust
2. Ratatosk
Midgard - The home of the mankind
Mid X siniwali and thrust
Jotunheim - The realm where the Giants dwell
Collar Bone Strike and thrust
Muspellheim - The world of primal fire where the Muspilli Fire Giants dwell
Ribs cut – then thrust
3. Nidhogg
Niflheim - The "world of mists" and primal ice
Low X siniwali and thrust( the knees cut from the cripple cut)
SvartAlfheim - The realm where the Black Elves / Dwarfs dwell
Genitals horizontal cut – then thrust
Hel - The land of the dead, ruled by the goddess Hella.
Femoral cut then thrust
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