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is it possible for someone to scrool up and look at the plot idea I posted and give me their opinion on it?

Women are an endless source of frustration, but evoke boundless supplies of poetic material. Is it worth it?

Confusion

Hold me now
In my time of need
I know not which path to take

My skin it burns
with indecision
my stomach it does ache

My life may be
full of choice
most of which matter not

A life of good
A life of sin
Either one could be wrought

For I sit on edge
to a boiling sea
of troubled waters waking

but opposite side
pleasure abounds
and is mine for the taking

Where do I go
Through pain and woe
or pick a path of lust

where nights are filled
with passion
but days are filled with dust

But if pain I pick
rewards are great
forever a lover I'll be made

My days be bright
my nights of joy
and tomorrows just the same

At 2/17/05 05:16 PM, Manic_streetpreacher wrote: is it possible for someone to scrool up and look at the plot idea I posted and give me their opinion on it?

Ha ha! Double post! Maybe...

I looked over your premise, and it looked like something I would really be interested in reading. However, like you mentioned, it does seem like an old Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode. That isn't a problem however, as long as you totally make the story your own. Pour as much creativity into it as you possibly can, and hammer out a rough copy. Look it over, check for references to other stories that might have slipped in, and take them out.

This one's just going to take a lot of work, that's for sure. I'm sure you can make it work though.

At 2/17/05 05:32 PM, -Manman- wrote: I looked over your premise, and it looked like something I would really be interested in reading. However, like you mentioned, it does seem like an old Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode. That isn't a problem however, as long as you totally make the story your own. Pour as much creativity into it as you possibly can, and hammer out a rough copy. Look it over, check for references to other stories that might have slipped in, and take them out.

ya. I thought that it sounding like an episode of buffy crossed with CSI might put people off. But I don;t actually watch that much buffy so I dont really know anything about it so Ic ant really steal the stories.

This one's just going to take a lot of work, that's for sure. I'm sure you can make it work though.

Im sure I can to :P

btw nice poem. I'd go into detail but your better at me with poems so it would be weird me criticisng somone better than me.

A Hero’s Death
Part 4 of 4

Aros pulled out his handgun from inside his jacket and pointed it at Renart’s forehead. Aros looked over at Renart’s pregnant wife who cried and screamed for mercy. Aros then glanced around the room which hosted about thirty spectators, that of his, and that of Renart’s followers. He felt nothing but success about his soon triumphant moment. His whole life was dedicated to that moment and it made him wonder if he wanted it to en any differently. Renart, on his knees, saw a few opportunities of high risk to possibly make it out alive with those dearest to him. However, fate pushed him not to. Plus, his son would live if he gave his own life. He watched Aros’ hand tighten around the gun. The cool metallic feeling on Aros’ hand comforted him a little as he began to clench the trigger with his finger. Aros spoke quiet and calm the last words Renart would ever hear, ‘Let my word be my downfall. Let your child be next.’

With those words Kronus watched the blood splatter out from behind Renart’s head as Renart’s body bent back awkwardly towards the ground as a dead weight. Renart’s legs sliding aside him as his head hit the end of the carpeted isle. The Sunday Missal slid from his palms as it dropped beneath him. The mumbling words of the praying priest and the crying screams of a pain stricken widow all raced in Kronus’ mind.

The blonde man, who sat near the back, soon after Renart’s death, got up and calmly walked out the front door of the church. No one noticed him leave just as they barely noticed him arrive.

Those final words of Aros were acted upon before the bullet was ever shot. Kronus had slit the throats of the two men who guarded Renart’s wife. He grabbed her as safely as he could, for he feared of hurting the baby, and ran towards the exit. Both Aros’ men and Renart’s followers pulled out their weapons an exchanged fire. The wooden pews were taking the bullets with loud cracks as pieces of wood flew about the air. Kronus laid Sali on the floor around a corner. Kronus soon again appeared, but this time holding two Berettas. He began firing non-stop never letting his fingers rest as the bullets sprayed back and forth in both directions.

‘Free for all, let me escape with Sali,’ Kronus yelled as his other allies nodded and continued fire within the church.

Kronus ducked down and rolled back behind the wall where Sali rested and he helped her up before rushing lead towards the doors. Kronus’ black sports sedan waited outside and he quickly helped Sali into the back seat as hastily as he could. Kronus jumped into the driver’s seat ad roared the engine on. The tires squeaked and he hastily sped off as he heard bullets hitting the side and back of his car. He looked back behind him to make sure none of the bullets pierced the vehicle and hurt Sali. After all, she was the carrier of Renart’s son. Looking through his rear-view mirror he saw the fight carry on as many of Renart’s followers fell to the cold ground one by one. Squeezing his eyes hard, Kronus prayed for their souls.

Sali sat fatigued from remorse, but now calm, and thought over in her mind how well prepared she was for that moment, but it was all the hardship even still. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out and went back to a relaxed state sulking in her seat. She looked over at Kronus in the driving seat ahead and to the left of her and saw that his eyes swelled. Another tear streamed down her face, for as tough as Kronus was, Renart was too well loved to be forgotten.

Sali at the age of twenty-three was alone and bearing a secret too heavy for her shoulders. She was once beautiful, thin, slight and delicate like a rare rose of an exotic color. Though, in her mind, she was now pregnant, slouched, bagged, and tired like a lonely widow with no family to comfort her. Those were the days in which she judged her character. Those were the days that made her strong. Now her son was her only future. Devoted to Renart she was making it her place in life to raise the son of a righteous legend.

At 2/17/05 05:37 PM, Manic_streetpreacher wrote: btw nice poem. I'd go into detail but your better at me with poems so it would be weird me criticisng somone better than me.

It doesn't matter if you think I can write a better poem than you. It just the we all write. They're the same words we all use, they only differ in the way we put them together. By all means, let me know what you think.

He is right Manic, stop saying such negative things about yourself. lol. : P
You are a good poet too. Alot of ppl here are.

This is a fairy tale i wrote for my english class, this is part 1 of 4

LAUGHING INSANITY PRESENTS
The Kingdoms of Darkness and of Dreams
By: Lazer12

The morals of this tale are: truth and kindness will eventually be rewarded, true justice always prevails in the end, greed and evil are eventually punished, and to make a pact with the devil is to invite a terrible death.

This is the tale of a young prince who is betrayed by his family. The prince has a pure heart, full of kindness, and a strong sense of justice. This is the tale of King Rozzenon’s youngest son. King Rozzenon was a good, kind king and his people loved him. He ruled a small village of about four hundred people. They loved him and his family dearly. They even loved him when they heard and saw him negotiating with the Devil. The agreement that was decided upon was that instead of King Rozzenon selling his own soul to the Devil, he would give his four year old son to the Devil in exchange for an army powerful enough to take over the surrounding powers and bring rise to King Rozzenon’s kingdom in the land known as Malicion.
The young prince’s name was Lazer and he was born with three dark green blade shaped marks on his right hand. By the time the boy was even three, all the villagers knew about the marks and they would talk about them for years to come. When the Devil took the boy, he decided that he would raise the child as his own. He would raise Lazer to hate all mankind. While the demonic armies of Darkness ravaged the land for King Rozzenon, helping him build his great empire; Lazer was being taught to hate all human life. There was only one problem with the Devil’s plan; Lazer’s heart was too pure and too kind and his sense of justice too strong to be swayed by the Devil’s teachings. When Lazer was only five years old, the Devil punished him for not giving in to the Devil’s evil plan. The Devil put a large scar on the young boy’s chest, as the boy writhed in pain, the Devil just laughed. When Lazer was six, his father’s empire covered all of Malicion. The Kingdom of Darkness began.
When the Devil set out to raise the boy as his own, he meant it. He even sent Lazer to school in a small town called Dispo. School for Lazer, like life, was tough. Whenever Lazer did something good, he always got kicked in the face. The situation for a boy one year older than Lazer was completely the opposite. Whenever he lied or did something mean, he was rewarded. His name was Drake the Truth. He was called “the Truth” for two reasons: he was from the town of Truth and everyone always believed everything he said, even if he was clearly lying. Drake saw himself as Lazer’s rival but Lazer didn’t see things that way, he didn’t really care. Drake was a mean and horrible person; he always got rewarded for wronging others. His life was great while Lazer’s life was terrible. Lazer would do anything to help anyone, for no reason at all.
On his way home from school one day, at the age of ten, Lazer decided to see the countryside south of Dispo. While walking near a farm, Lazer heard a girl’s voice cry out, “Help! Someone! Please save me from ‘The Bad Man’!” When Lazer heard the girl’s cry for help, he quickly ran toward the voice and ‘The Bad Man’ and he yelled, “Get away from her, now!” ‘The Bad Man’ turned to face Lazer and the girl saw the three blade marks on Lazer’s right hand, she would never forget them, as she ran away. Lazer took the beating instead of her. When Lazer was almost dead, the Devil appeared and told ‘The Bad Man’, “That is enough, now go back to your slaves, and don’t you ever harm that little slave girl in any way or your soul will be mine.” The Devil then told Lazer how stupid he was to save the slave girl. She was the first life that Lazer saved and paid for.

this is part 2 of my story. please tell me what you think of it and how it can be improved.
The second life that Lazer saved and paid for also involved the first of three times that Drake would greatly wrong Lazer. The second life Lazer saved was that of a sick, young, pregnant, prostitute, named Harmony, who was lost in the western part of Dispo. She couldn’t find her way back to her home in the storm; she was farther away from her home than usual. Lazer found her and he kept her warm with his cloak which was the only thing that kept him warm besides his pants. He guided her safely home. She thanked him and offered to let him stay the night but he decided that he shouldn’t trouble her and he had to get home soon. He told her, “My father doesn’t like it when I stay out past curfew.” Lazer also saw that her house was not full of luxury and that she didn’t have much. Lazer was twelve at the time and Drake was thirteen. Drake and three of his friends watched what Lazer did. When he was out of Harmony’s house, Drake confronted Lazer and asked, “Why did you help that whore?” Lazer responded, “Because she needed help.” Drake shot back, “She deserves to die outside in a storm!” Then Drake and his three friends attacked Lazer at once and they beat him to a bloody pulp. When the Devil found out that Lazer had given his cloak to a common prostitute, he was infuriated and he decided that Lazer had to be punished. The Devil punished Lazer by reopening the scar on Lazer’s chest. That was the reward Lazer received for helping someone in need.
When Lazer was fourteen, he met a girl, named Melody, who thought she was in love with him, and he felt the same way. This involves the second great wrong done to Lazer by Drake. When Lazer was fifteen and only a week away from sixteen, Drake challenged Lazer to a battle for Melody’s heart. In Malicion, most people were warriors, and Lazer was the greatest warrior of them all, with Drake being only the second best. But it was Drake who was praised as the greatest warrior because he knew how to socialize with people, unlike Lazer, who couldn’t socialize and thus, he never got any of the praise that he deserved. Drake knew that he couldn’t defeat Lazer alone, so he gave his dagger to one of his friends who would quickly and quietly slide the dagger to Drake when he purposely fell toward his friend. Since this wasn’t going to be a battle to the death, the two fighters used wooden swords to fight. The first one who would be dead if it was a real fight, lost. And to the victor go the spoils, in this case, Melody’s heart. On Lazer’s sixteenth birthday, he fought with Drake for Melody. Lazer seemed to be the clear winner until Drake fell onto the ground in front of his friend’s feet, Drake then got the dagger and he cut Lazer’s right thigh, which brought the great warrior to the ground. Drake then finished the match by swinging his wooden sword down hard onto Lazer’s back. Drake had impressed Melody so much that she just fell in love with Drake. Lazer saw them later so happy with each other. After seeing them so happy, a scar formed on Lazer’s left shoulder. Lazer decided that he had to leave and travel the world by himself. He told the Devil of his plans, but the Devil was not pleased. He demanded that Lazer not go, but Lazer did not listen. Lazer escaped the Devil and was on his own.
The day after Lazer’s escape was not a good one. Lazer was attacked by a band of thieves; they took all of his money and almost his life. They stabbed him several times in the chest and left him to die, but Lazer’s great desire to live and his pure heart forged a mighty blade and through the blade marks on his right hand, the sword was born. The mighty weapon materialized in his hand and restored him completely. The sword did not just restore Lazer but Dark Green Lightning bolts struck down all the thieves. The sword was a perfect match for Lazer. He looked even more intimidating now. He was six foot two inches, and the sword was almost as long as he was tall. It surged with a Dark Green Electrical element. Lazer was a bit more muscular than other men because of his upbringing. Lazer mastered the sword until it was like an extension of his body. It didn’t take Lazer long to master the sword. He called the mighty blade, Ultima.

I think I've given up on posting in the Late Night Lounge for a while, since I never get any commentson poetry, so I'll start posting new stuff here.

Milady

My lady, grant me this
One request,
I ask of you, to tell
Me why in your eyes
He is the best.
See through his lies,
For his motives are less
Than honourable.

My lady, I am sworn to you,
As is my duty as both a Knight,
And a man, and it is true
When I say that I think you
Are the fairest maiden
In these lands, for by your gentle
Hands, am I calmed from battle, weary
From the fight, and a burden
I carry. And nary a foe shall take it away.

My burden is simple, a love
Absolute, and few distractions shall take me away from you.
_____________________________________________________
lol just finished reading The Noble Acts of King Arthur so yeah...

untitled

I made a language to describe her
Immortal beauty and grace.
Tale told, now it's over,
And I try to forget her face.
How soft, and kind it is,
Stirring these feelings.
My attempts fail and miss,
Hesitant for healing.

Oh how come I slept
And while I wept, let her go.
I long to have kept her,
But now, I'll never know
What could have been,
And when I get another chance,
I won't be afraid.

For I worship my flower
With undying devotion.
Never will I tremble and cower,
For such a notion
Is ludacris, as this
Is true love, and
Whom I have dreamt of
Shall be raised to the stars,
Who shine from afar,
And who's beauty is pure.

okay I think I might be doing a lot better, I might be back for good, but I need a story for these two characters below, I made them with some modelling clay my mom bought for me for christmas in hopes that I would make a clay animation, but I cant think of a good story, maybe you, my good friends, could help me. I would appreciate it very much and would give you credit in the final product. thx
-G.C.

forgot the pic sorry

At 2/17/05 06:35 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: He is right Manic, stop saying such negative things about yourself. lol. : P
You are a good poet too. Alot of ppl here are.

Myst's right, you are a quality poet. I know I'm not, but I don't keep harping on about it. I stick to the prose and make a work which people enjoy.

BTW, Myst, when are you going to review chapter 2? Now I'm getting antsy.

At 2/16/05 03:49 PM, Manic_streetpreacher wrote: how does this sound for a plot?

police detective has to investigate the death of a man who was researching into an anceint cult called the order of the dragon. detective starts to investiagte and is taken into a world of Rituals magic and ancient curses. He ends up fidning a prophecy and finds out he is a chosen one (name for the chosen one will change but can'rt think of anything at the moment.) after finding out heis the " Chosen one" he sets out to stop the order of the dragon from summoning an evil demon type thing. To do this he has to find and locate various items and prvent them from getting into the possesion of the order. 2 out of the 3 items end up in the grasp of the order but the ho manges to steal the third but he is kidnapped by the order and they start to summon the demon but somehow Police detective manges to srtop the summoning.

Doe sthta sound good or am i watchiong to m much Buffy the vampire slayer and Indiana Jones?

Great plot you got there, Manic. No, to me it doesnt sound like either buffy or Indiana, however, it has this air of Angels and Demons or maube even The Davinci Code by Dan Brown, and being englsih im pretty sure you read the books. good job on the plot, although i think it will be pretty hard wirting a book like that. Dont listen to me on that matter though, cause im just a lazy bastard >_<.

At 2/18/05 06:07 AM, lex117 wrote: Great plot you got there, Manic. No, to me it doesnt sound like either buffy or Indiana, however, it has this air of Angels and Demons or maube even The Davinci Code by Dan Brown, and being englsih im pretty sure you read the books. good job on the plot, although i think it will be pretty hard wirting a book like that. Dont listen to me on that matter though, cause im just a lazy bastard >_<.

ever never actually read the Da Vinci code :P Ive been emaning to get a hold of a copy but I havent manged to find one :-\

At 2/17/05 11:24 PM, G-MAN490 wrote: forgot the pic sorry

Give me a bit and I can probably think somethign up.

At 2/17/05 06:29 PM, -Manman- wrote: It doesn't matter if you think I can write a better poem than you. It just the we all write. They're the same words we all use, they only differ in the way we put them together. By all means, let me know what you think.

Deep sentiments :P

Ok then Ill give you a full review of what i think later on today. Im going to wrok through Newbmans piece and try and think up some ideas for gman aswell as reviewing lazers story.

At 2/17/05 06:35 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: He is right Manic, stop saying such negative things about yourself. lol. : P
You are a good poet too. Alot of ppl here are.

I class myself as good at somethign when I can do it with out much effort. The amount of effort i have to put in when I write poems is hellish. MY one minute wonders may be just stupid things but actually thinking up the rhymes almost kills me lol.

At 2/18/05 06:26 AM, Manic_streetpreacher wrote:

At 2/18/05 06:07 AM, lex117 wrote: Great plot you got there, Manic. No, to me it doesnt sound like either buffy or Indiana, however, it has this air of Angels and Demons or maube even The Davinci Code by Dan Brown, and being englsih im pretty sure you read the books. good job on the plot, although i think it will be pretty hard wirting a book like that. Dont listen to me on that matter though, cause im just a lazy bastard >_<.

ever never actually read the Da Vinci code :P Ive been emaning to get a hold of a copy but I havent manged to find one :-\

i recommend you do. one of the greatest books ive read along with "Deception Point", which is also by Dan Brown. I heard they are actually making a movie on the Davinci code. should be something really cool.

At 2/18/05 08:09 AM, lex117 wrote: i recommend you do. one of the greatest books ive read along with "Deception Point", which is also by Dan Brown. I heard they are actually making a movie on the Davinci code. should be something really cool.

Ill look out for deception point. Ihadn't heard that they were going to make a movie out of the da vinci code. Don't know if it would be good or not specially as the "Facts" that the book is based aren't really facts at all. the only thign that holds any credibility in it is the painting of the last supper where St john is blatantly a gal andf not a guy whether or not its mary magdalene is another point altogether but it is defintly a guy.

God Bless Tony Robinson and his 2 hour special on the da vinci code :-)

At 2/17/05 05:22 PM, -Manman- wrote: Confusion
of troubled waters waking

this is probably me just being stupid biut I fail to see what your trying to imply here :-\

Part from that there aint much more for me to say its a good poem not how I would have done it but you use a different style to me so its to be expected .

At 2/18/05 09:32 AM, Manic_streetpreacher wrote:

Ill look out for deception point. Ihadn't heard that they were going to make a movie out of the da vinci code. Don't know if it would be good or not specially as the "Facts" that the book is based aren't really facts at all. the only thign that holds any credibility in it is the painting of the last supper where St john is blatantly a gal andf not a guy whether or not its mary magdalene is another point altogether but it is defintly a guy.

God Bless Tony Robinson and his 2 hour special on the da vinci code :-)

theres a special note from the author at the beggining f the book, saying all artwork rituals describtions in the book are accurate and real.

At 2/18/05 10:40 AM, lex117 wrote: theres a special note from the author at the beggining f the book, saying all artwork rituals describtions in the book are accurate and real.

yeah there is but Dan Brown is basing all the " Facts" from another book called something like the Blood line of the holy grail/ Its form the 80's and they were the first people to come otu and say that the holy grail wasin fact the bloodline of jesus and not a goblet that wa sused at the last supper. but the thing is they were conned by a french guy who was a little bit kooky who wnated evryone to believe he was of royal blood so the french guy and a few of his freinds made up the " Order of Scion" (I thin that what ita caleld ) to pass off the french guys need to make people believe he was royalty. it was a huge hoax almost every peice of "eveidence" that dan brwn and the guys thaty wrote the original book have is inaccurate or just plain worng they only thign they ahve to support their theory is the paining that Da Vinci did of the last supper.

At 2/18/05 09:36 AM, Manic_streetpreacher wrote:

At 2/17/05 05:22 PM, -Manman- wrote: Confusion
of troubled waters waking

this is probably me just being stupid biut I fail to see what your trying to imply here :-\

I'm attempting to describe two possible paths I could take. One the one side, I have a path that is long and difficult, but yields one of the greatest rewards. On the other, I have a path of instant gratification, full of pleasure and not a care in the world. Which do I choose? One is uncertainty, the other assured.

At 2/18/05 02:35 PM, -Manman- wrote: Which do I choose? One is uncertainty, the other assured.

Ah i understand now. My thanks for explaining it to me.

I'm such a silly billy...

Ego versus Pride

When I go outside
my caging walls
and see the morning dew
I have my pride
I have my falls
But my shortcomings are few

For I am the best
Do not correct
My statement o so bold
For now I rest
My supple neck
on my pillows made of gold

You all can kiss
my hands and feet
My greatness radiates
On my fist
Rings of meat
On beef I meditate

My great power source?
Well, if it will please
I'll tell you now, you rube
I'm the king of course
of steaks and cheese
of pork, and chicken boobs

Shocked I see
you couldn't have guessed
My passion for the deli
Cut meat since three
put hair on my chest
And ground beef in your spagetti

Holy crap that was stupid. I loved it.

did no one read my story??? Oh well, if you did I'll post more of it later, c ya.

At 2/18/05 05:55 PM, newbman wrote: did no one read my story??? Oh well, if you did I'll post more of it later, c ya.

im half way through reading it and am going to start reviewing it later :P

cool, it's long isn't it, that's why it's taking a few if not alot of posts, it's ever growing so until I give up of finish I'll continue to post more of it. So you all can know which story this is, I won't post a new story unitl this one reachies concusion.

At 2/14/05 02:31 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: A Hero's Death

Cons

First, there were a few grammatical errors. I'm only pointing these out because I love your writing and I care about it. Please don't think I'm being a smartarse or nitpicking, I just want to give you as in depth a review as you did me:

all along the way was hand carved antique pews.

'was' should be 'were'

A three-quarter walk up the vertical stretch is where the horizontal piece of the cross extended;

'is' should be 'was'

Part 2

He placed the rosary in his pocket and pears down at the face of Mary which left was left pressed down into his palm.

I think that was meant to be 'peers' instead of 'pears', but in that context it should be 'peered'.

When Mattox Renart reached the steps of the church altar and the two men who journeyed down the isle with him forced him to his knees.

You should take out the 'When' there. Or, leave it in and take out the 'and' after altar.

Also, I think there could have been more of an explaination as to why Renart was such a hero.

Oh, and in part 1, your description of the church gives it an empty feel, but in part 4 it is full of people. Otherwise, it was great.

Pros

Now, on to the positives. Your work is very well written, the vocabulary used is extensive without having the reader go to the dictionary every few minutes (I hate people who write like that, using obscure, complex words that only professors have heard of) and the paragraphs are structured superbly.

The church was old, but was a gorgeous sight, for many days and months of work were put into every aspect of art in, and upon, this architectural land mark.

Great quote! That was some very eloquent writing there.

The last two parts were fine, I didn't see any big problems with them. Overall, that was an interesting and well written story, and I feel like a dick pointing out those really small things above, but I felt I had to.

At 2/15/05 04:21 PM, Iceman_of_doom wrote: I wrote a short quatrain right on the spot a few days ago and other people said they liked it. I want some opinions on it.

You are fighting me; you are indeed brave.
Your defeat and my victory is what I crave.
With my sword, I'll give you too close of a shave.
Mark my words, this spot will be your grave.

I'm not trying to be bossy or anything but I posted this quatrain a couple pages ago and I was wonderin' if anyone wouldn't mind reviewing it and giving me suggestions as to how to improve it. If it seems good. I might make a full-length poem using the theme.

At 2/18/05 06:02 PM, newbman wrote: cool, it's long isn't it, that's why it's taking a few if not alot of posts, it's ever growing so until I give up of finish I'll continue to post more of it. So you all can know which story this is, I won't post a new story unitl this one reachies concusion.

good idea:P Illget rpund to reviewing your thign so far in a bit......trying to finish up a few loose ends at the moemnt.

At 2/18/05 06:03 PM, Iceman_of_doom wrote:

You are fighting me; you are indeed brave.
Your defeat and my victory is what I crave.
With my sword, I'll give you too close of a shave.
Mark my words, this spot will be your grave.

Sorry no one got to it sooner than this.

The first, second, and fourth lines I really like. The beginning of the first should be revised. Try, "You challenge me; you are indeed brave." That might clunk less. But I'm really not feeling the third line at all. It doesn't fit the scheme or the rhythm. And the instant you read it, it changes the mood from serious to borderline comical. They obviously want to see each other dead. During a swordfight in the Dark Ages (which is the image this conjures up) there was no time for witty remarks. Just slaughter.